Threaten to kill Mr. Park if she doesn't open it, since she doesn't know he's already dead
From Create Your Own Story
The threat seems to work. She opens the door slowly, and let's you in. She doesn't look happy about it. She looks terrified, and she whimpers as you enter her daughters bedroom.
Mrs. Park is in her early forties. She's not particularly attractive, but she's not ugly either. She's a middle aged house wife, and there's nothing too remarkable about her. Maybe it was just the clothing and the hairstyle, the way it made her look like she'd given up on being attractive.
Her daughter was a different story. She was tall and lean, big tits and big round ass. She had a face like an angel, and her long blonde hair was straight and hung down to her ass. She would tan sometimes, lying in a swimsuit in their backyard, and you stole a glance every chance you got. She reminded you of a younger Jennnifer Lawrence.
"What do you want?" Mrs. Park asked. "We don't have any money!"
"I don't care about money," you say.
Do you:
