He then just as carefully scraped them on the door mat before entering his home. Once inside he stood on the carpet square, removed his boots placing ...hem in a box close to his hand, put on soft coverings and walked down to his sitting room. His wife was already seated and pouring his cup of tea to place it gently on the coffee table before him. It was a ritual she had established the day after their return from their honeymoon. Even when he was away on duty, she still followed the ritual – it. “There’s nothing...” She stopped and looked up again. Just as quick as I noticed it, her air of authority was gone. “How did you see that?” she asked.I blinked at her and felt anger replacing my fear. “You have a lot of questions for someone who has no authority over me.”“Who are you? How did you find me?” she asked with what sounded like a growl.I met her eyes. “I didn’t find you, you found me. I came to attend the ceremony. I’m an architecture student.”She hesitated for a second, probably. "He's a peeping tom," a ballerina said."Trying to spy on us," said another."He's a pervert...!" added another."I'm... I'm..." stuttered Karl."He has to be punished," yet another ballerina offered."Lara's out with a sprained ankle Ms. Romanova. Perhaps he could replaceher?" a pretty redhead said.Ms Romanova smiled, "Of course," She looked at Karl. "And you'll replaceLara in tonight's performance. You're going to become a ballerina." But... But..." Karl stuttered out."Shush now," Ms Romanova. Content with that, I picked up the necklace and returned it to its box. Now her squirming and wiggling felt so much better. Now that my cock was once again poking her in the ass, she tried to move it again, this time grabbing my bare cock and pushing it down out of her ass crack. She must not’ve realized what it was, because she wasn’t shocked or surprised. She waited a few seconds and was still being poked, so she tried moving it again, but to no avail. Once she found out that she.