Frank looked like he came of age wrestling radiators, car hoods, engines. He was thick. Thick shoulders, chest, arms. Solid belly, thick legs. He was ...about five and a half feet tall. Shorter than his wife, but as handsome as she was pretty.When I asked, he immediately said, “Ernie Monaro.”Eva gasped, “Ernie?”Frank nodded, “He has one of the biggest body shops in Kansas. But he also has two smaller ones. Hidden. Chop shops.”A lead?“Can you tell me where they are? It won’t come back to you.”Frank. After that first time being caught I was still hooked on spying on her, but my stomach would knot up both in anticipation of seeing her naked once again, even if it was my sister, and the threat of being caught a second time. I had gotten off easy the first time. I expected her to tell everyone she knows and everyone I know and make my life a living hell. I chalked it up to her forgetting about it.Speaking objectively, my sister was quite good looking. She had long, dish-water blonde hair down. Since he had expected this to happen, he was a little better prepared than the last time. Hopefully this time he wouldn't have to hurt the guy.The man said, "Let me buy you a man's drink."Ed said, "I think not. I'm afraid to drink." Afraid to drink?" asked the man. He was about to turn around and make a joke at Ed's expense. The fun was about to begin.Before the man had a chance to say a word, Ed said, "You see. I don't think my cat is particularly fond of drunks."Sensing an opportunity for. "A realisticcock to go with your realistic tits!" She put the dildo down next tothe glass on the bedside table. "Shall we see if this key works?" Sheknelt down in front of me and pulled my knickers down to my thighs. Shehad no difficulty in removing the chastity device. At the touch of herfingers my newly-released cock sprang to attention. She stood up andreached for the glass. Now that the prisoner was released after such astimulating couple of days, it was only a few moments before my.