He started out on the wrong side of the law and never ventured back. He was a smart criminal, if there really is such a thing. He never got greedy and... always kept to himself. Once he had read that the vast majority of crimes are solved because someone rats or just shoots his mouth off. He didn’t have any partners and tried hard to put up a very unassuming facade. He got an insurance license, opened a small agency and once or twice a year actually sold a policy. He was a classic cat burglar and. She could hear the soft rain against the window – the perfect weather to stay cuddled in bed.As she settled deeper into her pillow and comforter she could feel a warmth develop within her, a feeling of arousal. Chelsea could feel her nipples become hard as they brushed against her tank top, but then she felt Michael's arms wrap around her, one underneath, curled and holding her right breast, and another wrapped around her waist, on her thigh, close to her mound and treasure.Chelsea became more. The door to their living quarters opened and Yuri and Ginaya steeped out followed by Malika, Storm and Damia all members of one of the four family units. The uniforms they wore were both simple and yet stunning. Each wore a half top with skintight shorts, which were both Khaki in color. Around their necks was a black collar about two inches wide and made of a soft material. A black belt that supported a holstered pistol on one hip and a sheathed knife on the other surrounded their waist. Tight. She thought in lewd four-letter terms of all of the words that one might use to describe her marvelous affair with Rex: fuck, cunt, cock, jism and so on. All the lewdly inciting words she could think of, as she mentally pictured the beautifully forbidden love-party they had shared.Then she thought of Steve, too, but not for long. What she and Rex had shared was too beautiful and had nothing to do with her husband. She loved him, but from now on only a dog would be able to satisfy her physically.