The knocking continued and I made my way toward the sound.Upon opening the door I was treated to a beautiful young teenager holding a bundle that was ...overed with a towel. She looked to be about 19 years old. I couldn’t take my eyes off her and it seemed mutual because she was staring at me and looking at me from head to toe.She broke the silence when she said, “Mister you sure get into your work because you are a mess.”That’s when I looked at myself and saw that I was filthy dirty and then my. Other families ... well sometimes I simply got good vibes from both the husband and wife.The burglars didn’t seem to care, so why should I? It wasn’t that it might help me on a case, and wasn’t, mostly, that I was nosy. But I was perceptive and I did pick up, did sense, how some relationships were strong. And some weren’t.I decided to dedicate a full day to what the police and insurance investigators had already done. Going over each family’s activity on the date of the burglary.I knew how to. “Mrs. Everest, I...” he started to protest.I stepped closer to him and he took more steps back to evade me but it was only a few feet until his legs came against the candle altar. I placed a red polished finger nail over his lips.“I am not married to the mayor anymore. You’ve no need to worry that there will be problems.” I would get my way with this man. Nothing would stop me. I had to push those memories from my mind or I would go insane. A crash of thunder startled us both and I leaned. Mark started by soaping up my back and shoulders. His strong hands massaged me along the way. He reached around to soap up my chest and stomach. I could feel my cock filling up and getting harder as Mark worked his hands all over my body. He intentionally avoided touching my cock as a torturous tease.Mark rubbed my hips and moved on to massage my ass. Mark moved my feet a little further apart, opening my legs. His soapy hand worked the crack of my ass. I arched my back and pushed back on him..