Sexual humiliation. I discovered that torturing her was much more to my liking than merely taking her money. If I raped her and degraded her in every ...way possible she would be so ashamed to have her husband and neighbors hear about it that she would not report me.Soon I made this part of my routine. I found that sexually blackmailing women was more fun than breaking into their homes when they were away.None of the women I targeted ever reported their episodes with me. Yes, I said episodes. You. I was prepared to camp out in the foreclosed home for days until the farm made a decision. Being gone from home for days was going to make it difficult for me to come up with an alibi, if I ever needed one. I trusted that the Virginia Gentlemen Farmers could come up with something if I couldn't. If not I had a friend or two who were pretty understanding. Best of all would be a crime scene that didn't require investigation. At least no more than Blevins judging my reaction, when he told me Nanny. "Yup, it's boobs, all right," Joanne said sarcastically, and there wasnervous laughter.I was about to touch the left breast but I stopped. "Can I, Danny?"He looked at me and gave me a nod.I reached out and touched it. "She looks like a real girl." Junemarveled."It's real," Drew whispered, and they all reached out to touch her, too.I looked into Danny's face and he had his eyes closed in embarrassment.I batted their hands away. "Stop it!" I picked up Danny's pajama topand handed it to him. . SenatorO'Neal's eyes searched the bathroom. Nothing looked right. Thebathroom soap bottles were far too small. The head of the hotel hairdryer was too short. Nothing had knobs and nothing was long or thickenough or....Paul, she thought. Her mind was wild. Chaotic. All rationality wasgone, scrambled by the heat she felt. He could. He could fuck me. Ohfuck. He's got a cock and he could press it deep into my web pussyuntil I felt the end of it against my body. God. Hot and hard.