I first saw her in the produce aisle of the local supermarket. She was about 5'4", 130 lbs with a nice plump ass and a full rack that had just the slightest bit of sag to it. I guessed she was around 40 years old, and her brown hair was neatly trimmed with golden highlights. I casually walked behind her for a few aisles, my eyes fixated on that fine ass with my mind racing of what I wanted to do with it.
The next time I saw her I followed her home and watched from the woods at the edge of her yard. After a few days her schedule was pretty obvious as was the fact she lived alone. On Friday afternoon I packed a bag with some things that would come in handy and waited to put my plan into action. On schedule Megan returned home and as usual turned off the upstairs bedroom light around 11pm. Knowing I was going to make a full weekend of this I popped a Cialis and waited about an hour for sleep to overtake my fuck toy for the next few days.
I withdrew some lock picks from my bag and easily entered the backdoor. I looked around for the stairs and made my way up to Megan's bedroom, making sure not to make any noise. As I reached her room I looked in and saw her deeply asleep with the covers pulled up to her chin, her brown hair flowing over the pillow. I pulled out my bowie knife and silently made my way to the side of her bed, taking in her peaceful face as the moonlight illuminated her room. Quickly I put my hand over her mouth as she awakened to the sight of my knife inches from her throat. "Do you want to die tonight?" She shook her head no with tears welling up in her eyes. "Good, then don't make a sound or I'll slit your throat, you understand?" She nodded yes and I took my hand off her mouth, leaving the knife in place.
"My money is in my pocketbook, please take it and leave me alone." Her face gave away the fear she was feeling and her voice cracked when she spoke.
"OK, but I am going to tie your hands to the bed so you don't call the cops. When I get a half hour away I'll call for them to come get you, deal?" She thanked me and looked relieved. I took some rope out of my bag and tied her wrists together, then looped another rope around the bars of the headboard and tied it to the rope binding her hands. She thought her ordeal was over and seemed to relax. Little did she know my plans for her.