He had voided and it was a mess. The smell was him. There was a big claw footed tub upstairs ... biggest one he'd even seen ... big enough for two peo...le. He could lay down in it and not hit his head or touch his feet to the ceramic coating on the 1/4 inch thick cast iron. Not that he'd been in it yet.The down stairs bath was one of those shower tubs ... cast iron ... circular with a brass ring for a shower curtain. The baths ... the two he knew about ... were additions paid for by the interest. She picked upthe pace, seeing you were comfortable with her now vibrating cock, and Ibegan to orgasm again. It was too much for me - your cock inside me, mybeautiful slutty boi fucking me even as you took it in the arse for thefirst time. What sent me into orbit was the look on your face. Youfucking loved it. You could feel the buzzing intruder right through yourbody and it felt wonderful. Your painted face betrayed you, and I couldsee you were being delightfully violated. It was so fucking. She actually fell on my office floor crying. It was kind of like a c***d in trouble. I had not seen anything like it before and was in quite disbelief. A 36 year old woman, I had practically known since elementary school, crying on my office floor.I told her I had previously contacted the police about suspected money missing and they told me to put cameras up. I then told her I had her on video. She was in total disbelief.I asked her how much she suspected she had taken. She said $1000 probably. Akridge (Rachel), across the street is Mrs. Gomez (Sophie), and to the right is Mrs. Johnson (Sheri). They are all pretty good friends, weve had them over for dinner a few times. My story begins with Mrs. Akridge. She was a straight up California glamor milf. She was always dressed in very nice, very expensive designer clothing, normally in heels and with a coach purse or what ever fancy brand there are, with her hair always done, the whole 9 yards. She was a very attractive woman. She was.