What was going on?! How could he know the way? What do they want? Burglars may study the floor plan and learn how many persons live in the house. But ...ouldn't burglars wonder about my outfit, for example?Nina's doubts grew stronger with ever step of Mr Tick's working boots. This was not a normal burglary. Her stomach turned at the meaning of this realisation.From behind her, Mr Track's voice sneered through the semidarkness."When we have done them, how's about a draught of Château Latour?" He. I haven't been allowed to cum in nearly ten days. Alex looks at me, then turns and starts kissing Kristy. Her body squirms and her knees open. She grinds her titties against his chest, wraps her arms around his neck. I see her mouth open and eager, her tongue pushing into his mouth. I see his hand between her legs and her grinding against him and my cock goes fully stiff now. I twitch it up and down against the apron, wanting desperately to cum right there. Alex play with her a few more. I leaned over and started rubbing my lips against his neck and breathing lightly against his skin. In no time, Rome was handing over the joystick and standing to knock me from his lap. He pulled his red Polo shirt over his head leaving only his white t-shirt. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the steps.His mom worked the overnight shift, so I wasn't worried about getting caught but I knew he would make me moan and his friends would hear me."What about your friends? They will hear me!" I. It was tiring.I maintained that I was a farmer from Maryland, just looking for work, and that I had no connection to any army or militia. They were not convinced. After a while the three of them tired of their game and left, after promising to hang me in the morning and locking the door behind them.I assessed my condition and found one eye closed, at least one finger broken, a tooth loose and several ribs badly sprained, not too bad for a couple of hours of serious questioning. Of course, I was.