"You mean they burned our house down to try to get the property? And there's nothing we can do about it?" No. Rex says there is no evidence they had a...ything to do with the fire. The inspectors they called in from Indianapolis agreed that it was not arson. It was simply an overloaded circuit and some bad wiring," John said. "The consortium just saw the opportunity and went for it. It was a costly move on their part as it damaged not only their plans, but also lost Randall one insurance company. Yes, that's it. A fucker. He liked to fuck, to be fucked. He had no time for the niceties of life, love, or lovemaking. A fucker, that's all.As I turned and closed the door to the house behind me, he grabbed my shoulders, gently but firmly, and pushed me against the wall in the hallway. After commanding me to stand where I was, he proceeded to strip me, not quite tearing my clothes off, but close enough. Soon enough I was standing naked in front of him, excited and scared at the same time.After. My head was spinning as he continued to fuck my butt with his fingers and sucked on my sack. Releasing my balls he pulled his fingers out of me, and laid across my back and felt something press against me. How do you like it he whispered. It feels great I mumbled. Kissing my shoulder he knelt between my legs and spread them wider. Placing a hand on my back, I felt him lean against me. Then I felt my hole being touched. As he guided his dick he said, take a deep breath. I pressed my face against. I went on, "You call yourself a professional, but not many professionals would go pantiless when massaging a husband with his wife on the other table and get wet about it..." You had no business even touching there!" as she tried to justify herself. "And most 'female' professionals don't have any business in the mens locker room following a massage. And most professionals complete the job they were suppose to do. You didn't even finish my massage, " I said, as I stepped right in front of her.