"Hi, I think I may be at the wrong address" I said as naturally as I could. "Is this-"The man held up his hand, stopping me in mid sentence. "Mr. Jenn...ngs please, that isn't necessary. My name is Robert Strom. I'm afraid we need to talk." Ah, what did you...how did you know who I am?" The cold sweat I'd felt earlier returned, and my heart jumped back into my throat. In less than a five-minute span I'd gone from thinking I had everything under control to finding out I was still three steps. I noticed her clit and one of her piss flaps were pierced which did not surprise me, Emma fucked me hard but she just could not get all my cock up her tight cunt so I took hold of her shoulders and started to push her down on to my cock impaling her fully onto it, she moaned in pain and pleasure as I felt the tip of my cock enter her cervix and then she started to cum, her orgasm was a real strong one and the juices spat out of her pussy coating my cock and balls and running between my legs as. God knows how I didn’t smile. “Do you know what I have been planning all night? How to build my very own sty! A pigsty! In my home!”En-suite? I didn’t say this out loud.“Do you want to know why?” She was shaking with emotion. “You with your oink oinks this and shit pig that and then just casually shitting on my sofa. No one has shat on my sofa! Occasional ‘accidents’ yes, but not just dump one out on it! And the worse thing? I was crazy for it! Now I’m wondering if it’s possible to have my own. Mr. Blue did not have a chance and gave in to the idea of Sarah taking pictures. I then asked Mr. Blue to glaum some black grease paint. It would be easier to get off Sarah's and my skin than shoe polish. All the home boys laughed just then and I wondered if I had cleaned all of the shoe box disguise off my mug.I went over the things I had found out X by X. The first spot was the easiest to plan, we just had to blow up the bunker, and it was a one man job. One of Mr. Blue's men, Leroy, was.