They reach a relatively large house in the nearby suburbs. Using theremote in the vehicle, he opened the gates. They are met by a maid atthe door."Y...u're back early madam. Shall I have lunch ready?"Bill nods and walked upstairs. The master bedroom was huge. From thepictures on the wall, it appears Mrs. McMillan has 3 children and fromthe size of this house, the McMillan's must be rich. "EXIT!" thinks Billand he was in the corridor again. He went on from door to door for what felt like. Not that I minded; sounds like I'll be finding out about her breakfast skills! "OK, you stay here," I said, "and I'll fetch mine and pick you up out front. I'll toot the horn. I'll park in front of the pub - there's no sight-line from the office." As she jumped into the Triumph, I realised I didn't know our destination. "Your place or..." She interrupted. "Mine first; I'll need a change of clothes for tonight and for tomorrow. We can decide whether to stay there or go to yours. Where is it, by. . or I am about to be on the next Netflix crime documentary..." Lisa thought to herself.She still could not recall signing up for the damn thing. Yet here she was. The proud new owner of a million dollar mansion that looked to have been abandoned for quite sometime now.Lisa bent down to pick up her lone bag. She didn't bring much. In a stroke of bad luck, most of her belongings were stolen from her tiny studio apartment right before her trip out here. All she packed was some clothes and her. He rubs his legs fingers over my pussy, I moan softly, “uummm”. Slowly he separates my pussy lips and presses his feet fingers inside. I have closed my eyes and enjoying his attention. He stops and takes it out. I open my eyes. He calls me his side and sit on over him. I crawl towards him and sit over his thighs. His dick rubs over my ass, pressed under my ass. He washes from top to bottom, rubs my body slowly from side to side, neck, back, thighs and boobs. Now he is getting more attentive.