She laughed to herself as she dumped the top dresser drawer out on the huge bed. This had been entirely too simple.<br/><br/>Who the hell left their second-story windows unlocked in a neighborhood like this? The pool out back was enough to scream "wealth" to anybody who took the time to look. It had been incredibly easy to slip up the lattice of the back porch and creep across the gutters to the master bedroom window.<br/><br/>Carrie rummaged through the junk with a look of blatant surprise. Who lived here? The entire top drawer was nothing but... sex toys?! She laughed again and turned to pull out the second drawer. Fun stuff, here, but nothing that would sell well at all.<br/><br/>She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror mounted over the dresser and winked at her reflection. She was definitely a sexy burglar, she thought with a grin. Her long, blood-red hair spilled in a heavy wave over her shoulders. She wore a nearly transparent skin-tight black tank top and matching stockings, a short leather skirt, and knee-high boots. She could be either the perfect bartender at an upscale club, or the perfect teenaged housebreaker. Only the lacy thong and garter under the skirt negated the bartender theory.<br/><br/>Plus, she was too young to serve alcohol, she reminded herself as she dumped out the second drawer. She had to be quick; being sixteen and a criminal was a hard balance. She had school in the morning.<br/><br/>She shook her head as she looked over the contents of the second drawer. What was this mess? Handcuffs, silk scarves and robes, bits of leather and latex she couldn't identify, and... were these parts of costumes?<br/><br/>Whoever lived here had to be a freak. She smiled, her pulse racing a little as she picked up a leather collar, complete with a little padlock to fasten it, and turned it over in her fingers, carressing it. What would it be like to wear this? She shifted her thighs as her little pussy became suddenly VERY wet.<br/><br/>She smiled to herself indulgently as she let herself become distracted by all the pretty things on the bed. Nobody would ever know if she tried a few out, right? She licked her lips slowly and ran her hands through the different textures. Her hard nipples grated on the fabric of her shirt, so she simply pulled it up to expose her full, eager breasts. She caught her breath sharply as her fingers found the PERFECT toy, a little vibrating massager. She clicked it on the lowest setting and pressed it to the little silver rings adorning her pink nipples.<br/><br/>Her knees grew weak as she shut her eyes with a blissful moan. This might pay off in very different ways than she expected.