There was no bedding on the bed like no one was sleeping in there. I got out a couple of suitcases and put my personal belongings into it. I didn't wa...t anything else. I looked into the guest room and saw where Mary must be sleeping because all her toiletries were in there. I had to leave. You just don't know the feeling you get when looking at the so-called crime scene.As my lawyer walked out the door, my daughter Marie came running up to me from down the street yelling, "Daddy, Daddy."The. .this happened 20 or so years ago.I lived in the upstairs portion of the house and a woman and her 2 adult c***dren (boy and a girl) lived with her. For the sake of obeying the rules, let's say that I was "18" and "Carol" was 49. Anyway, in a weird sort of way, she would always stare me down when I was in their portion of the house. She was a little "off" because of how much LSD she did in the 60's and I was told that she actually had a nervous breakdown so, for her to stare off into space. Putting on my collar putting on the things to bound my legs. Finally puting on the mask so I could not see. Close to the door my pussy drenched, my arms goose bumps I opened it got on my knees, hands feeling in front of me for the stairs. Bump, giddy I laugh my head into the wall. Ouch but I continue getting the task done one step at a time up the stairs. Dark I hear a distant sound music, then a voice. " Slut come here " I'm startled thinking am I really doing this. I continue Shy. "Spread. Her brilliant white hair definitely wasn’t a wig. Her leotard was torn; her breasts had fallen out. Her cape hung from her shoulders and flared out to bracelets on her wrists. Even after the night she had obviously taken on, she and her costume were amazing.I doubted she saw well through those contacts. The next escort, was Rogue, big eighties hair, form fitting green and yellow lycra top, short leather bomber jacket, and the perfect amount of white in her skunkhead brown hair. I had to smile..