" Said the gruffly talking man, who apparently had watched too many third grade gangster movies; waving the gun towards the half open door."I'm not th... heroic type, so anything you want I'll do" Jim answered, but cursing himself for not noticing the open front gates that something had to be amiss in the house. He knew the Henderson's were jewellers, who had a number of shops in the city and frequently getting held up."Place your cases down there," the man indicated on the floor of the hall,. ‘I want to see you posed now,’ he said abruptly, standing up. He took several deep breaths to steady himself. He could see her staring at his cock jutting up. He couldn’t hide his desire from her. ‘How do you want me to pose?’ She asked. ‘Just like in your drawing, lying over that rock over there.’ He indicated the rock, and smiled because she apparently hadn’t noted its significance before. She made her way over to the boulder, and leaned back against it. ‘Like this?’ She asked seductively.. I wanted a better view and I wanted her face close to my cock when I came. I had a black leather strap around my cock and balls which kept my cock hard and balls swollen. She agreed to this request.Once on my back, she started back using the 8 fingers. Without me asking, she then started using just one hand, with her thumb inside the middle of her palm to make the shape of swan's head. I should have put two and two together at that point. She starte to push her swan's head shaped hand up. I waited outside my car for about five minutes. It was a cool night, but warm enough to be comfortable without a jacket or sweater.A woman pulled into the lot and approached me. She was gorgeous. She was older, in her 40s -- maybe late 30s, short, petite and flaming red hair. I felt my cock swell in my pants as I prayed that this was her. She was wearing denim short shorts, a tight white top and white tennis shoes."Gloria?" I asked."Yes, that's me," She said. I recognized the voice.