I’d stalked her for weeks, going back and forth on whether to take her or not.On the one hand I had a good operation going. I had some high profile ...riends that enjoyed my collection as much as I did, and that provided me with immunity. Taking this one, would be a risk, especially taking her with something as old fashioned as chloroform. It was just, when I saw her coming home tonight, wearing that gray coat, those shiny sheer panties, those high heels, her curly red hear twisted into two. .. her cam came on briefly, and it was facing her very wet crotch, I was seeing my sisters pussy for the first time, she was slowly carressing herself thru her pubic hair, then the screen wnet blank.Then she wrote, good night bro, see you in the morning. We went down the next moring and she was smiling at me, and I at her.Friday came and she was agian going to stay at Robins, she asked for the panties back, and said I'm sorry I have to bring them back.Sunday night came and she wnet to her room. ” There’s gratitude in the look she gives you, maybe some skepticism as well. Her mouth opens to say something but you interrupt. “I’m going to guess you’re an artist.” You glance at her hands, the short nails. They’re surprisingly small you muse. “Artists are forever people-watching.”“Not an artist,” she says. “Well, not the kind you mean at least. I’m a writer.” She flushes yet again and her laugh is self-deprecating. “Trying to be a writer anyway.” You frown slightly. She tries for an. After a few minutes both of us are comfortable with each other and we started personal chat. Being an experienced Auditor, I came to know in few minutes that she do not have much knowledge of Accounts and there are lots of errors in the accounting records. When I started some tricky questions about few payments she was unable to answer properly and upon my strict questions that how she made heavy payments without proper approvals she is almost crying.Then I took her hands in mine and softly.