A pink diamond necklace, and totally unattended!

Timothy wandered around the house looking everywhere hoping to find something highly valuable.

"So: jewelry,nothing. Wads of money, nope. Not even precious pictures. I'm starting to think that tonight I will leave with empty pockets ...." The squirrel sighed after two hours of searching as he opened the tenth door of the house, and then found himself in front of a small empty room with in the center, feast for the eyes, an exhibitor on a pedestal with a necklace of very rare and precious pink diamonds!

"BINGO!" Tim thought exultantly as he greedily grabbed the necklace. "It's fantastic! I've only been doing this for three years and I've already done the most precious theft of my career, and all thanks to a naive old woman!"

But just as he was about to walk out of the small room the door slammed shut, the pedestal with the display unit went down to the floor thanks to a tile that opened and closed automatically, and the walls of the room closed quickly crushing the poor thief and reducing him to the same thickness as a sheet of paper.

After a few small moans of pain Tim passed out, only to open his eyes again after an indefinite amount of time.

"Well well well, who do we have here? A thief I would say."

A female voice said, and after that the blurring due to the crush of before passed, Tim found himself in front of Vanessa Heor in person, and realized that he was tied to a chair and without his clothes anymore.

"Mrs. Vanessa, I ... you see ... uh ... I'm not a thief! I'm just a silly die-hard fan, that's all!" Tim said with a lot of fear as he tried to give an embarrassed smile.

"Of cooooourse, how I didn't get it before!" She said the skunk slapping her forehead, "You are just a fan who happens to know the fake code that opens the front door and sets off the alarm on my cell phone, and that I found in the trap room with my pink diamond necklace clutched in his flattened hand!"

At these words Timothy fell silent, while the sweat copiously bathed his body, then he asked in a trembling voice: "W-w-wait a s-s-second .... what do you mean with 'fake code'?"

"Fake code means: fake code, silly squirrel. Come on, you seriously don't recognize the woman who gave you the code a few days ago while you were on the tree, 'Young good man'?" Vanessa said and then chuckled heartily.

At that moment Timothy would not have wanted to do anything but die, so great was the shame that was filling his body.

"But why were you dressed as an old woman !?" he asked almost yelling at the actress. "Duh! I'm an actress, cute. You were very unlucky that day, if they hadn't asked me to try to play the role of an elderly woman, I would never have gone around to try and see if I was recognized, and I would not have seen that you were above a tree next to my house wall, trying to find a point of entry. "

"Oh, and that necklace you took: it's fake, and the room that flattened you is a brilliant burglar alarm created by Francesca Pensatori. I think you've heard of her, right?"

Francesca Pensatori, a brilliant inventor who was also on Timothy's list. Maybe it was better that he had gone to Vanessa's house rather than Francesca's, if she was really the creator of that painful trap of before, then who knows how many of them she had installed in her house.

Vanessa brought back to reality the thief who was lost his thoughts by telling him, "Well, now I think it's time to say goodbye, dear thief, I hope you enjoy your vacation behind bars."

And as Vanessa turned her back on him and pulled out her cell phone to call the police, Tim panicked and began begging her not to and that he would do whatever she wanted.

The skunk stopped typing the police number, and after giving a wicked grin that the squirrel couldn't see, she turned around and said to him, "Okay cute. I'm not going to call the police and I'll let you go .... "

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, than- "

"I'm not done talking yet. I'll let you go after teaching you a good lesson!"

After taking off the long dress she was wearing, as well as her panties, Vanessa turned and put her huge buttocks in front of Timothy's face.

"Kiss" Vanessa said, "Excuse me what !?" Timothy exclaimed.

"I said kiss, NOW!" she ordered raising her voice, and Tim obeyed by giving a quick kiss to one of the skunk's buttocks.

"And do you call this kissing? I want a real,long, deep kiss, and above all not on my buttocks ...",

while saying this Vanessa spread her ass wide open with her hands, "... but on this!" she said referring to her anus.

Timothy didn't like it at all, but it was better than going to jail, so he reluctantly brought his lips to the sweaty, and decidedly, unwashed anus of the skunk.

"Tongue in, and move it a little." she ordered, and Timothy stuck his tongue inside him and started licking the inside.

In another situation, and without the dirt and the sweat, this moment would have been very sensual but the salty and pungent taste of Vanessa's anus was bothering the sensitive tongue of the squirrel a lot.

"Mmmh ... don't get the wrong idea, cute, I am always very clean, but since I had imagined your attempted theft and your failure to carry it out, I did my best not to wash any part of my beautiful body since you left my home! "

She said the skunk moaning with pleasure, and at this sentence to Timothy turned his stomach: he had gone to inspect the house a week ago!

This alarming thought, however, was interrupted by a sudden fart from the skunk, the rotten smell of which made the squirrel withdraw his tongue as he coughed and spat relentlessly trying to get the nauseating taste out of his mouth.

"Hi hi, wops. Sorry, I always tend to be a little gassy when I'm horny."

After that, The Skunk turned and Timothy asked between coughs: "Now ... coff, sbleuf ... will you let me go?"

"Mmmh. Not yet. I want to make sure you never try to rob me again ...." and as she said this, Vanessa came very close to Timothy's face, with a sadistic smile on her face.