Jack Miller had been staking out the neighborhood for over a week now. He selected his target and arrived at the house around two in the morning. He found and carefully opened an unlocked window on the first floor of the quiet house. Climbing silently into the dark room, he snapped on a small flashlight and surveyed the interior as he pulled out an old pillow case from inside his coat. Moving quickly to the buffet, he found a drawer full of expensive antique silverware, which he quickly deposited in his sack. There was also a beautiful sterling silver tea service and a small metal box containing three hundred dollars.
Not bad for a few minutes work, he thought, while moving to leave by the Rachel way he had entered. All at once Jack was interrupted by the sudden flash of a light being turned on and the sound of a man's voice! "Who's there," the man yelled? Frozen for a second, Jack looked over his shoulder to see a man of about fifty standing in the far doorway. Hey, shouted the man, what are you doing in here?!?
Now turning to face him, Jack reached into his pocket and produced a snub nosed.38. "Hold it right there pal," he said with a snarl, "don't move and nobody gets hurt!!" Coming up behind the man, Jack could see the outline of a woman who asked, "What's going on Tim," while peaking over his shoulder? "Get over here lady," Jack ordered the woman. "Both of you," he said, "and get those hands up!" Jill and Tim Anderson both slowly raised their arms and walked over to the middle of the now brightly lit dining room.
"What are you going to do with us," asked and obviously shaken Tim Anderson? Ignoring his question, Jack asked, "Anybody else in the house?"
"No," answered Jill a little to quickly!
Jack looked the two of them over for a minute, trying to decide what to do with them when Jill pleaded, "Just go, we won't say anything!!!"
"Yeah sure, lady," replied a more than skeptical Jack! How could he make sure that they never would finger him, that was the problem! Just then another voice echoed through the room, "Mom, what's going on?"
Standing in the doorway was a girl in her year twenties. Looking over at Jill, he smiled, and turned back to the girl and said, "Come on in and join the party!" Rachel Anderson, now grasping the situation at hand, joined her parents in the middle of the dining room. "Any more surprises?" questioned Jack.
"Please leave her alone," cried Jill, as she held her daughter tight! "Our son is sleeping in his room." Just then a man's voice called out, "What's going on? Why all the noise?" Brad, their twenty-two year old son sleepily appeared. Jack motioned to him with his gun to move over near his family. Looking the four of them over, Jack smiled, because he had come up with a plan!
"Got any cameras," Jack asked?
"Yes, A 35mm and a video camera, why?" asked Tim.
"Get me the video camera," he told Jill, "right now, and no tricks!"
Jill practically ran into the family room, returning with the camera and battery pack. Taking the camera from her, Jack turned it on and hit the rewind button.
While he was waiting for the tape to rewind, he pointed the.38 at them and said, "Everybody strip, all your clothes, off, now!!!" All four Anderson's looked at each other and then slowly removed their bed clothes.
"W-w-why do you want us to take off our clothes?" asked Jill fearing the worst.
"Just do it!" snapped Jack.
When all three were naked, Jack took his time in checking out their bodies.
Jill, even though she was in her late-forties, had kept herself in great shape, with curly blonde hair, full firm tits without a sign of sag, a gorgeous butt, and long sexy legs, along with a beautiful face which made for a very attractive woman indeed!
Tim was in pretty good shape with just a slight paunch hanging over a nice sized dick.
Brad was a buck with a strong muscled body and a long thick cock even bigger than his Dad's.
The best was for last! Rachel, the daughter was a knockout! Slim with big tits, pretty face framed by blond hair, a thin blond bush that couldn't hide her pouty pussy lips, tight little ass, and long slim legs that were enough to give any man an instant woody!
"I bet that you're all active in the church, am I right?" asked Jack.
"Yes we are," answered back Tim.
"Well, as you can see we have a problem here, I can't just leave hoping you won't call the cops. You've seen my face and I can't take that chance. On the other hand I don't want to kill you, not over a lousy bunch of silver ware!
So, the question of the day is, how can I be sure that you won't go to the cops as soon as I leave here? The answer is right here in my hand. I'm going to take some rather, how should I say it, explicit home movies of you four in action! If I get picked up by the cops and charged with this burglary, copies of this tape will be sent to every member of your church!"
"You wouldn't dare!" cried Rachel.
"It's either that, or a bullet," shot back Jack, "take your choice!"
Rachel, trying to cover herself, hid behind her mother and father. The two parents looked uncertainly at each other, both realizing that there was no way out of this mess, except to do what they were told.
"Let's go into the living room and get comfortable," ordered Jack.