I closed the lid and turned to start cleaning the blood off the floor. My heart was pounding as I worked and tossed the rags into the box with the dea... mage. I slipped out the side door on the other side of the kitchen. I was in the back of the main hall and by the door into what should have been a study.I could hear voices from the other end of the hall and the parlor. I looked at the door into the study before I crossed and opened it. I stepped into the room to see a man sitting with his back. "Well if you look at it that way," I said and laughed."Actually for a muscle man, he is surprisingly good natured. I don't think he takes steroids, if that any help. He is too even tempered."Not exactly what I had in mind. From your research is he on the straight and narrow these days?" I asked."Best I can tell yes. His uncle got him started in his current business and he had been adding businesses ever since. Now that you put him into the recovery business, he should do even better." Wilson. She kept pushing, getting red in the face, and then abruptly half of a huge, hard turd erupted from her bulging asshole and hung over the pan. Then another spasm and more of the turd came out, before her anus clamped and clipped it off. Immediately another big turd started out and paused halfway. She was sobbing now, and through her tears she could see people watching her, including the nice policewoman, who was crouched down with a playful smile and watching her asshole spasming. Her own. As we prepared to leave, my wife's 5'8" body looked stunning in a long black silk gown with a low cut front that her 40F tits were begging to spill from. Then Renee came from her room and my jaw dropped. She had put on a bustier that accentuated her already perky 34B breasts. She had combined it with a pair of skin tight jeans that looked like they had been painted onto her petite frame. The entire look was finished off with a pair of 5 inch black stilettos. "How do I look?" Renee asked.