He could have shot him. He could have jumped down from the tree and used the knife on him. But that wasn't part of the game. It would have been too ea...y, too quick. The bastard deserved to suffer. The game must be finished.He walked towards the house, not worrying about being seen. He could see inside the house, see through the window as they stood kissing. He watched as they walked into the bedroom. He watched and he stood just outside the window, hoping they would see him. He saw them pull at. From deep in the corner hepathetically whined; "Pweathe Nanny? Not that? Pweathe, pweathe Nanny?I'll be a 'thpecially good baby for you! I pwomithe! You can take meout and in my pwettiest fwocks and change my nappieth in public, butpweathe don't make me wite that? Mummy doethn't want Mawiwyn to know."Emma heard him whimpering all the way from the lounge room, and sheloved it! A grown man dressed in a sissy baby outfit, nose in thenaughty corner, was pleading and begging with her for mercy?. They slowly and carefully sat down on the two chairs in front of them as if they were rigged with bombs. Mr. Hoffman just sat there, glaring at them then looking at their papers which made the two girls ill at ease. This went on for a minute before Karen broke the noisy silence. Have we done anything wrong? Mr. Hoffman again looked at Karen with his startling eyes, he took off his glasses which made his eyes bloodcurdling. Karen looked away fearfully. Done something wrong is an understatement.. " With that, Pete finished paying their bill and he felt his cock throbbing hard and fully erect in his pants as he stood and took his sexy sister Samantha by the arm and walked purposefully out of the restaurant dining room. He'd thought about reserving a hotel room and spending the weekend there with Sam, but he knew they'd probably both feel more at home being able to fuck and play and run around naked there in the privacy of his house. Deciding that, they headed back to Pete's place and no.