The woman that had been admiring the cabinet of necklaces was standing over the unconscious form of the doorman, pointing a pistol at the two of us. ?...Please don’t move,? she said calmly. ?This is a robbery.??And keep your hands where we can see them,? another voice called. ?We don’t want any of those nasty alarm bells, do we??I looked across to see that the other two women had also pulled out guns. One had grabbed the other shop assistant around the neck and had her weapon pressed up against. My mind was dizzy with excitement and my cock was rock hard and projecting out stiff from the top of my pajama bottoms.I was suddenly afraid that she might catch me, and so I quietly back-tracked to my bedroom where I lay on my bed and began masturbating wildly to the images of what I had just seen that were still playing in my mind.All that night I could not get the images of what I had seen out of my head. To make things worse, I kept imagining that I could hear the creaking of the old wooden. No response. He shifted on the bed, his raging hard-on growing more and more uncomfortable pressed into the sheets under him.He felt and heard her move next to him and suddenly something cold and hard pressed against his lips. “Suck my cock, slut!” She commanded.He froze. What had she just said?“I know you want it, I've seen the porn sites you have been visiting.”“Oh my God,” he thought to himself, “She knows.” A sudden twinge of fear in his stomach. “Now what?” he wondered, “Is she going. He answered me quickly, much to my surprise, as in the messages I had found here and there, I had seen no comments from him concerning my welfare, no hint that he had even tried to find me or get me out of there. Master L wanted to call the police at first, until I told him what I had in mind, and then he decided to leave it to me to handle the next steps myself. The rest of the evening went by quickly, and the message came in through the computer that the people coming to aid me in my plan.