To tell the truth I'm not even sure if Samantha is her real name? I had only met her upon the busy rush-hour transit an hour ago. And here she was sta...nding in my basement.With amusement I watched her look around at the toys and articles of my kink. I watched her moist tongue lick along her already moist lips, a very arousing sight. Her hands kept clenching and unclenching her briefcase, which was also crossed before her as a if it was a shield. I enjoyed her nervousness and uncertainty. It was. The area is very low key and informal, no lockers just cubes that you put your stuff in and an option of locking up your valuables. There was only about eight cars in the parking lot at that time of the morning so I didn’t expect loads of people the spoil the moment. As I’m undressing I hear some chatting and two young women appear, one of them I recognize as the one who checked me in at the front desk. She says hello, we chat and I find out that she’s taking her roommate there as a guest. I. John Kelley had sandy brown hair and he looked young to be a father. His skin was lightly tanned. He had a high forehead. His nose was about average in size and shape and his eyes were bright and intelligent. His cheekbones werent too pronounced, his chin was firm. His lips were full and his teeth were almost white, but not quite. He wasnt muscular, but his body was trim as Janie looked him over, she sensed something was different about him but she couldnt make out what it was. Even as she. Gene’s daughter, Cathy, was at school -- Michigan -- and I was glad she wasn’t here. She’s feisty and would be enraged that someone was robbing her family’s place.They left as silently as they came.We hit our cells the second the door closed. No one was stupid enough to follow the robbers. They hadn’t bothered to tell us not to. Pretty professional on both ends of the guns.Daddy answered and I said, “Four guys knocked over Gene’s poker game. White, 5’ 8” to 6’ 1” armed with three semis. No.