I smugly wander around the empty house of my wealthy victim taking what I wish. Feeling good this morning I donned my satin blouse, towering heels, and skin tight disco jeans leaving nothing to the imagination. The doorbell rings, I assume it is the mailman, play it cool, and open the door. Immediately I realize my mistake, I recognized the curvy redhead Fayth-On-Fire following me earlier and I should have known. A bounty hunter has caught me mid act and persuades me to let her in. She me back into the house and thoroughly pats me down. The bounty hunter makes sure Ive got nothing to hide. Bef... Show more