Onto Phase two ...

Mark ventured back to the house, now nearing eleven o’clock. He shook his head, happy and surprised at his luck, finding Sarah in the back and the front door open. He spied on Sarah from the kitchen, and surmised she was sleeping, since she hadn’t moved, except for the filling of her lungs. Curious, Mark decided to survey the house. He wanted to get to know Brad on a personal level. He wandered through the basement, noting the unfinished portion where the laundry area was, and the fully decorated game room area. It even had a pool table, he noted. He went back to the kitchen and surveyed the entire first floor. He proceeded to the second floor, eyeing the cluttered fourth bedroom, the two children’s rooms, the hallway bathroom, the master suite, and the private bath within. He rummaged through their drawers, looking for those intimate things that people like to hide. It was then, that he spotted Sarah’s diary. He read the last entry in its entirety, feeling his dick get hard as he read. He placed his hand on the still messy mattress and felt the wet spot Sarah had mentioned.

Mark was beside himself with glee as the possibilities of what could transpire had just seemingly multiplied. He couldn’t restrain himself. He took several pictures of the messy bed, and then several of his hand wrapped around his long cock with the bed in the background. Filling his head with the images Sarah had so expertly written about, Mark proceeded to jerk his cock. He was imagining Sarah in the very same predicaments, Sarah herself, imagined she was in. Large jets of his semen were spurting from his cock, landing on Sarah’s side of the bed, very visible against the dark stain left by Sarah. Breathing heavy, Mark took several more photos of the cum-covered sheets before heading back downstairs.

Returning to his prime viewing spot Mark called Brad on the cell.

Brad answered nervously, responding to his secretary’s notice that the law firm was on the phone. Brad closed his door as he spoke to Mark. Brad was somewhat irritated, snidely snapping at Mark. “What do you want? How long is this going to continue? Wasn’t last night’s embarrassment enough?”

“Calm down Brad,” Mark soothed. You don’t want me to wake Sarah now do you? She’s resting so peacefully.”

Brad shut up real quick, knowing his blackmailer was in his house again. “How? … Where are you?” he inquired.

“Enough questions. First, I want to play some more. Second, this will continue until either I get tired of playing or Sarah and Jenny’s parents get the pictures.” Mark had Brad’s attention now. “As for last night, you got your enjoyment out of it. So why are you complaining?”

Brad’s eyes shot wide again. “How …?”

Mark broke in. “Enough with the questions. I’ll make a deal with you. The more you cooperate with me, the more I’ll make it worth your while.” Mark snickered as the evil plans formulated in his mind.

“What do you want me to do?” Brad asked, resigning himself to his fate once more.