I heard a knock at the back door. It was Larissa. She had walked through the woods and walked straight across the back patio up to the door. Obviously... our houses faced opposite directions. I opened the door and she stepped inside. I almost gasped at how beautiful she was. It had been so long since I had seen her. She was a bit too thin, very flat stomach, bigger toned legs and arms yet they were close to being stick-figure-like. Thin but stunning. Her big brown eyes shine like the night sky as. O.V:I walk around my house checking all the windows, and doors making sure they’re locked. I go to my front door and lock the top and bottom lock. I sigh with relief and walk up the stairs to my bedroom tiredly. I take off my pants and toss them to the side, leaving me in a tank top, bra, and panties. I pull bed sheets back and crawl into bed, I look over at my clock and it says nine-thirty p.m. I drift into a deep sleep.Male P.O.V:I walk around the neighborhood looking. I know her exact. Vince checked the ashtrays and then turned to leave. He paused long enough to run the beam of light over Brittany's body as she had not crawled into her sleeping bag like the others but was sleeping on top of it.It was an effort for her not to move as the circle of light moved down from her pretty face and rested on her generous tits encased in her tiny silken bra. It then trailed down her flat stomach to her tiny black panties before it moved on to her slender tanned legs.In the dim light. He was surprised by how easy he found his task; by how many of the images in the magazines seemed capable of being interpreted from a fetishistic perspective. George soon got into the swing of things and quickly collected a pile of pictures neatly snipped from their pages. He wasn't sure how many "Mistresses" Erica wanted him to include or how many pictures he should have of each. In the end he decided that, since the scrap book had ten double-page spreads he would use each of them for a.