Trevor Henderson Peeping Tom Novels & Stories

Glimpses of the side characters of His mania ----------------- Hey everyone, hope you remember Trevor our dear third in command of our dominant hero AIDEN, so let's see what he thinks about the situation. TREVOR POV… I am Trevor, with no surname, I don't even know who is my sperm donner and my infant body carrier. I was a dirt for them, who left me on the street. But today I am not a nobody I am Trevor, who has everything a man could ever desire, women who throw themselves on me, money, cars, everything, still I feel incomplete.

“But let’s not stop there, shall we? You weren’t just threatening her. You were also having an affair with her former best friend. Isn’t that right, Mr. Hale?” Tristan’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. His composure cracked as the crowd murmured in confusion. Trevor turned to me gently. Then he lifted my arm. I winced slightly as he revealed the bruises Tristan had left earlier. The gasps from the onlookers were loud, echoing in the now-still room. “And if anyone needs more proof,” Trevor continued, pulling out his phone’s gallery. “Here are some pictures of Tristan and his mistress, Megan Smith.”

The conversation continued on that path and I could sense Tony was seeing how far this conversation could go before Tony or I got uncomfortable. "I once clicked on a vid of two hot chicks starting to get it on with a dude, after they start getting into it the camera zooms in on one of the chicks, right, the guys making out with her and playing with her tits, he goes to take off her skirt and out flops a hard dick" Trevor says with a sly smirk on his face. He's looking from me to Tony, back and forth trying to read what we're thinking. I bite my lip and glance at my husband. He looks at me and smiles, "so you've seen that one" Trevor laughs picking up on the look exchange between Tony and I.

He leaned in closer, letting out a low laugh right beside my ear. "Luis… He's kind of weak, huh?" My heart stuttered. How did he know that? The embarrassment hit me all at once, sharp and suffocating, making me feel like I could disappear on the spot. I let out a frustrated huff. "Hey! How could you eavesdrop on a married couple like that?" Hank only chuckled, that same teasing edge lingering in his voice. "Suzanna, weren't you the one peeking through my door while I was with my girlfriend?

"Can't do nothing when someone's harassing Mr. Lawrence." Neil actually recognized Trevor, who was the CEO of Trevor International. He unexpectedly moved his multinational business to Riverton three years ago… and it turned out that the geezer was Frank's friend? Trevor nodded at Neil in turn. "Neil Turnbull, I presume? I've heard about what happened, but Les Turnbull is just an inconsequential traitor. He's dead anyway, so why go to war over trash like him? It's been a long journey from Morhen too, so allow me to offer some hospitality at Verdant Hotel and put the past behind us."

“Did you find out who he was?” “Yes; his name i…” “Joseph Holland. A creepy photographer Angie hired to try and save a few bucks” Caitlyn injects, cutting Simone off. “He already had his photography licence revoked out of state because he tried to pressure women to get nude photos. Beck’s issue with him stems back to before she moved to Rocky Valley. She just didn’t know about it.” “What do you mean?” Simone asks, looking worried. What she thought previously was the reality of the situation.

Just stepped back from the podium and found Avalon’s eyes across the room. He was looking at her the way he looked at her when something got through. The unguarded version with his father’s laugh on his face. The Hendersons found them. Richard Henderson was sixty something. Old San Francisco money with the confidence of a man who had never been in a room where he didn’t belong and had stopped noticing that privilege decades ago. He shook Avalon’s hand and the turned to Selene. He thought it was really something. The question part was what caught his attention. But whose question was it to begin with, he wondered.

Henderson served us all a plate of eggs and bacon. Suddenly, I felt a large, warm hand slide onto my thigh under the table. It was Mr. Henderson. His fingers moved higher and higher up my thighs until they reached the edge of my panties. I tried my best to keep eating, but my hand was shaking. He hooked his finger under the lace and pushed it aside. He found my pussy, which was already getting wet just from him being near me. He slid one long finger inside. I gasped, but I turned it into a cough.

Any other celebrity would be scurrying to get back inside, away from the creeps. Not me. This guy, he steps forward. Pulls back his hoodie. He’s got sandy brown hair. Hazel colored eyes. He tells me his name is Tom. Swears he’s my biggest fan. I smile sweetly—my smile always captivates them—and invite him in for a drink. Tom eagerly says yes. He rides the elevator with me. During the ride, we discus my upcoming movie and I catch him leering at my tits. His eyes darken with lust. His lips part ever so slightly.

"Once you decide on your performance, let me know so I can report it. The deadline is next Monday." Cindy, who got along with everyone, replied casually, "No problem." After Pamela left, everyone still felt a lingering curiosity. Their instincts told them something big was going on between Pamela and Sierra, but they also knew that getting the full story on a scandal like that wouldn't be easy. Cindy leaned closer. "Sierra." "Yes?" Sierra answered softly. "Did you know Mr. Henderson back in college?" Cindy's expression was full of curiosity. "No," Sierra told the truth.