She would have to make a pit stop at her house. She had some money stashed away there. Fortunately her house keys were in her coat pocket. She instruc...ted the driver to take her back to her place first and to wait for her. She was a little nervous upon reentering her house, but nothing could happen with the taxi driver waiting outside for her. When she crossed the threshold, she turned ash white. Everything in the house was vandalized. The coffee table was broken in two, the couch was slashed.. Usually, they work five or six days a week, and then a relief person is sent around to give them one or two days off. Also, most of the people that work these jobs are often alone most of the time they are there. The guy we met before, Bill, wasn't bad looking, About 5'9", 175 pounds, with graying brown hair. he was 41 or so, and worked as a school teacher during the Winter."O are you guys going to be in for one hell of a time." Ann said as she ground her pussy onto my finger, bringing me back. We took a few moments and basked in the post-coital glow. Being with an older man was so much different than being with guys my age and my head was spinning. I could hear the waves gently colliding against the shore outside his Malibu beach house and it was an interesting juxtaposition to the nervous turmoil I was feeling inside. Then, his voice broke me out of my deep reflection and brought me back to the now.“When will Liz get home?” He asked.“She’s your daughter, you should know.”“Hey now,. Wendy’s ass-length, golden- blonde hair was combed over to one side, probably so she wouldn’t sit on her hair while eating her dinner. Jane couldn’t help but gazing at Wendy’s beauty. But Jane also realized that if Wendy was back in Vienna again, Jane’s prey, the notorious weapons merchant W, could not be far behind. Although Jane knew that Wendy had no idea who she was and could not possibly recognize her, Jane spent her entire dinner nervously covering her face with the menu, a newspaper, a.