Stop time and break in

The first thing that came into your mind was to find a way to get in. It was a no brainer with what it was you needed to do. You take out your lovely new toy, aimed through the kitchen window and pressed the 'I' button. Immediately, the pair in that particular room froze, along with any other moving or functioning object that was in operation. The mother was currently washing dishes by hand. The water and soap stood still in mid air, completely defying the basic rules of physics. Stealthily, you made your way to a side window to freeze the room where the father was in. The baseball game on screen paused, the sound fading into a silent blank. After a moment of inspection to ensure there was no one you had missed, you made your way to the front door, using the 'I' button again to ensure that you would not be caught by any security camera near there. During your long tenure in the criminal scene, you had learnt how to pick locks, an essential skill for any burglar who wanted a good score. You took your time to break through the surprisingly simple one on the front door in front of you. Casually, you strode in, unafraid of trespassing on their property.

The interior of the house was like many you had seen. A staircase landing was immediately in front of you. The kitchen to your left. The dining room across from it. Further down the hall was another doorway to the living room and the corridor ran all the way to another room with a closed door at the end. A quick inspection and you found that this was a downstairs bathroom. A quick look upstairs and you found bedrooms for each family member, a master and a room for their daughter, separate bathrooms for each. A relatively large study was there too, along with access to the attic. You happen to chance upon a doorway that led to a basement, and the entrance to the garage that had a pair of expensive looking four door cars in it.

You switch your attention to the frozen family. The mother was still at the sink, her expression looking cross. Her daughter was by the fridge, still looking snooty. The father was seated on the couch. A wave in front of each of their faces proved that that everything was working as intended. For good measure, you took your time to sample the tits of each women in the house, squeezing and kneading them through their clothes, feeling them melt into your hands and giving you a control high like no other. Here you were, manhandling the family of a man who was just sitting a few feet away in another room. It was a delicious moment.