While I’d sometimes catch her nude or even masturbating various times during the day, I really looked forward to when she went to bed at night. I fe...t I would have less chance of being caught. She was 22 and was dating, and often they would go to her room to “watch TV” or “study” but they usually ended up kissing and fondling… Nothing hardcore but she would unbutton her shirt and let him play with her boobs. But when he went home, she would then go to bed and I knew it was SHOWTIME! She must. What's holding you back?" What, indeed? My heart beat fast, in warning but I ignored it. Finally, I said, "You're getting two or three times as much from me for the same type of reward." A smile played on his lips. "Fair enough. A contact for Dr. DeLeo and something else." "Yes." "How about something for you directly this time?" he asked, watching me without blinking. "You could answer a question I've had for some weeks, now. You have a job you like. You don’t seem to have an interest in. Anyway, there must not be anyone else in the apartment or they would have answered the bell. It wasn't the front door, she saw, so there must be a service entrance somewhere. Swiftly in her bare feet she padded through the dining room, a pantry, then a really sumptuous kitchen with every possible labor-saving device in it, and a whole battery of beautifully polished copper pots and pans."Who is it?" she called out hesitantly at the back door. Unfortunately there wasn't any peephole to look out. She stepped over to me, pushing me onto my back with one foot, sneering down at me.“Pathetic…Someone semi-competent might’ve lasted half a minute…”She pressed her foot down on my chest hard as she stepped off me to leave the training room.After I’d picked myself off the floor and headed back to my room to check I still looked mostly human, I took a deep breath, preparing myself for later by changing into the black shirt and matching pants that would be expected of me. When the time.