He always made it a habit to eat before he began working, and there wasn't much of a point in paying for food when you were going to invade someone's ...ome and live in it anyway. Besides, it was simply more interesting to eat whatever it was the victim had in their fridge. Get a sort of taste for their personality. Or something.Once the sandwich was gone, Gerald went back out to his SUV, stepping over the still paralyzed and terrified Joan, to retrieve his laptop. He'd have to remember to. He gave a half smile and introduced himself. The party was fun and as things wound down it was just a few girls from their office remaining. The only guys left were the host and I. He asked if I liked cigars as he was an aficionado. I replied I did enjoy the odd cigar but was not well versed in the practice.He told the remaining guests we were going to go have a cigar on the balcony off of his bedroom, and to please excuse us for a few minutes. I was fairly drunk and a few naughty thoughts. I had no choice. I thrust my fingers deep into my cunt and at the same time lifted my arse off the table. I threw my head back and let out a moan. "Perfect, now lick your fingers with a big smile on your face." I brought the fingers to my mouth and licked them, all the time smiling at the camera. When I'd finished, he stripped and walked over to the table. He stood above my head. "Now, you will not move. You will keep looking at my cock with lust. When I cum you will look into the camera and. She wasn't very subtly or discreet. The whole night she flirted with other women and insisted that Sam was a tease playing the cute and innocent card. Needless to say, there was never going to be a repeat with her. Sam was sure she'd be a spinster by the age of 28 before it was all said and done. What made her go along with this next impromptu set up? "I let Nick talk me into this, she always talks me into things". Sam shifted in the tough wooden barstool that had slowly grown uncomfortable.