I wonder if there was a way to tell her about the cheese without being inapropriate. Certainly not while I’m supposedly listening to her ramble. Ah,... it’s coming to an end. Now to finish it off with a vague response. ‘Yes, he will be missed.’ It would be so funny if she asked me if I knew his name. So she goes on to bother the next person, with presumably the identical story. Not that I know what it is or anything. The ham looks good. Another approach as I was going to get some ham. A man this. I worked each arm shoulder to fingers. Then her shoulder blades, rib cage and low back. That ass was too much of a temptation & concentration breaker. I moved to the feet, ankles, calves, thighs (back, outside, Then inside) My ridged cock was throbbing as I took her right cheek in my hands and made every attempt to massage as I had felt massage ther****t do to me. Ah, the left side. Well I said full body, so I guess you'll have to roll over. I tried not to look at her directly, as I knew the. That set the stage for a while. After Susanna masturbated, I would retreat to the bathroom and take care of myself. On days when she did multiples, I did as well. I started carrying extra panties in my purse. I would have thought I would get a little numb about the whole situation, but something about it was just keeping me really turned on. Partly, it was the knowledge she had no idea, but also knowing that I was at work and could get caught pretty easily. There was an excitement I never felt. Now my problem was how to deal with that much gold. There was at least 200 pounds of gold, plus the weight of the chests, so I literally had an embarrassment of riches. There was one damned thing for sure: I had to move it to my condo right away if I was going to keep it. If I just left it where it was, it would surely line a lot of police and politicians' pockets because it was not documented. Nobody would notice if it simply disappeared. Then I had a brainstorm.I could dress in my regular.