I did not realize I was being followed. I got up to the front door and opened it; when suddenly someone from behind pushed me inside.I fell forward on...the floor and when I turned around a man had entered and closed the door behind him. The evil smile in her face told what he wanted…I tried to back away on the floor but he was faster than me. He just picked me up and led me to the main sofa there. He pushed me down on it. I starting begging for mercy; but the stranger just keep unbuttoning his. .. have I ever told you..."Helen, now standing bent over me, the objects of my praise dangled temptingly in front of my face."One lick lover, then I'm gone." Helen sighed, and still leaning over my head, held her breasts so they were compressed together. I moved toward the hanging strawberries, taking one in my mouth. It was delicious. Slowly, Helen removed it. My puckered lips made a sad sucking sound. I pouted. Helen's generosity forgotten."Sorry James, I really have to pee. Then I'll fix us. She had the same type of nightshirt on and I hugged her as well. When she turned to go, her shirt had ridden up a bit showing me that ass concealed by the white cotton of her panties. I swallowed hard watched her go, shutting the door softly behind her. I so very badly wanted to fuck myself with a big vibrator, but I told myself to wait. It would be worth it.We were all lounging around the next day after a leisurely breakfast when the doorbell rang. I knew it was Alex and I had purposely. " You're dreamin' Sam. Charlotte-Mecklinberg promises me they'll go over the car with a fine-tooth comb, but so far, nothin'." Lester, I think the son of a bitch is still here. I think we ought to follow through with your idea, right away." What idea?" You know," Sam was winging it, remembering Madeleine's dim view of male intelligence. "... The idea that the killer is triggered by women who... display themselves to him. The idea that he might do it again." So how do we follow through with.