I entered inside. No surprise!! The multi orgasmic bitch was in the shower enclosure, due to the noise and sudden opening of the bathroom door, she wa... stunned and looking towards the door but had no time to pull her fingers out of her cunt. “O’ baby”! she chuckled. “I thought you will never show up here but hope, let me leave the door unlocked and I got lucky. I am glad, you are not angry and understand that I was only k**ding with you”. Her pussy lips were almost open, she was leaning back. She cycled it through the house, new security camera feeds flashing across the screen. A man with a beer gut snored on a recliner appeared in one, the TV playing before him. A eighteen-year-old girl lay on her back, texting on her phone in the next. Then an older girl, twenty with big tits and bleached-blonde hair, walked out the front door. “There he is,” Deidre Icke said on the next shift. She pointed at the god lying on his stomach on his bad, an ice pack on his back. A girl his age, both. After a lot of difficulty, we managed to arrange for a maid – she was in her late 30s and was a widow and she was ok staying with us at a decent pay. I remember having come home from college and seeing her for the first time – she was a decently attractive woman for her age, wheatish complexion, around 5’2 inches in height, rounded hips and busty – just perfect to have my eyes glued on to!:) She said “Namaste” to me thrice before I could remove my gaze from her and respond!My fascination for. Things felt differentthis time though. Even more vivid than previous. Less ... gamey andmore reality. There were no flickers among the perfectly drawn shapesand there was little to discern from reality about the noise. The onlydifference, truly, was that he could not FEEL the hard oak table he hadnow sat Juliette's shapely physique at.Or... couldn't he? Julian swore that the wooden surface - despite beingnothing more than pixels beamed to his eyes from a visor - were sendingimpulses along.