The music was loud, and people danced. I’d been in all of the ground floor rooms, the huge conservatory at the rear, she wasn’t there. A tall dish... guy asked me to dance, we swayed to the music. I felt his muscled arms threw his shirt, god he was fit, and then some. He pulled me tight against him. I felt his erect cock through his trousers, then the music ended. Reluctantly I moved away from him. “Have you seen Marta,” I asked him. “Marta, yeah, she’s upstairs.”I took another drink, and walked. It was clearly visible to us all that the thought was turning Mike on, so when he agreed it was hardly a surprise. As my thoughts turned to dressing up, I could feel myself becoming aroused and Emma and Mike pushed things by discussing the type of stockings and panties they thought would be suitable and the outfits they had, the sexual tension grew in all of us and before we knew it we were all sat there with hard cocks. We began to touch each others, hands moving amongst us, Mike seemed. I would do a good job for you.’ ‘Then you don’t mind nude modeling, Mary?’ ‘I don’t think it would bother me, Gerald. I’ve never done any nude modeling, but I would give it a try.’ ‘That’s a good attitude. Would you like to make an appointment for a test shoot, then?’ ‘Sure.’ ‘Talk to Sandy, she is the receptionist and let her know that I want a test shoot set up with Roland. When you come back for that I will tell you what you will be paid, depending on the shoot itself.’ ‘All right, Gerald,. Get the owner's driving record and the registration and call me back," I said. "If Wilson wants to call me with the registration information that's fine. Get somebody out to the owners house now. Find out who was driving that car." Sheriff, I have it covered. We will be headed out to the house as soon as we get the registration information," Simpson said."We do this right Detective Simpson. Dot every eye and cross every tee. Everybody gets to work. If the driver is still MIA hold the night.