I am a real estate appraiser, hired by banks to estimate the value of properties for loans. Sometimes it is business property, sometimes it is a home.
Last year, I was called to appraise a home in a very exclusive part of town. The owner's name was Sarah Miller; I was told she was single and given her work number. I called to set the appointment and a woman answered the phone, "Judge Miller's chambers, Ms. Preston speaking."
I now realized this was locally famous District Judge Sarah Miller, known for her toughness on the bench. She was also well known for being hard on attorneys and even harder on defendants.
I told Ms Preston who I was and told her I would need to speak to the judge about an appraisal. A moment later the Judge Miller picked up the line. I repeated my name and the reason for my call then requested a time that afternoon to inspect her property. She curtly told me that she was busy and couldn't possibly do it during the week, that Saturday was the only choice. I agreed and told her I would be there at about ten o'clock A.M. on Saturday.
On Saturday I arrived as promised at a very old but stately property. I rang the bell, but no one answered, so I rang it again. Soon I heard the door open to a disheveled woman wearing a white terri cloth robe and a towel wrapped like a turban around her hair.
"Yes? What is it?", she asked.
I introduced myself and reminded her of our appointment.
"Oh yes, of course, I forgot. Do you need to come in?"
"Well actually I need to measure around the exterior first, then I'll need to come inside and make an interior inspection," I replied.
"Fine," she said and shut the door.
After measuring the walls around the front and sides I came to the back and began measuring each rear wall. As I stretched the tape across one of the walls in the very back, I walked past a window. For some reason I still don't know, I stopped and looked inside.
Looking through the window and past the open curtains, I saw a figure sitting on the edge of the bed facing away from me and appearing to be watching something. It appeared to be the Judge and it was obvious her robe was open but the towel was off her head and her hair was wet. I looked past her to see what she was looking at and saw that she was watching the television.
I peered closer and saw that she was watching an adult movie! My throat tightened and I pulled back. Part of me was embarrassed by being so intrusive, but another part of me was fascinated by the sight. I stood there for a moment weighing what I should do and then looking around to make sure no one was watching; I put the tape measure down and looked back into the window.
She was still there, on the edge of the bed. Her robe still open, with one hand on the edge of the bed gripping the bed covers and the other appeared to be in front of her, between her thighs.
On the screen, a nude dark-haired woman was on her knees sucking on a cock as the man held her hair in his hands. As her lips slid over his cock, he began thrusting in and out of her mouth. I watched the screen as he held her still and continued fucking in and out of her mouth.
I then looked at the Judge and could see her head tilted back, but there was no other movement I could see. Slowly, she fell back on the bed and that is when I saw her hand. It appeared to be moving slowly between her thighs and to be holding some object. That is when I realized she was fucking herself with either a dildo or a vibe. I looked at her face and saw that her eyes were closed and her mouth open. Just then, her hand stopped and her back arched as her bare breasts were thrust into the air as an orgasm raced through her body.
I knew now was the time. Without finishing the other walls, I walked around to the front and rang the bell again. I waited about three seconds and rang it again and then again. A few moments later the door opened. She had now tied her robe but now her face was flushed, her hair was tossed and she seemed disoriented.
"Yes, yes come in, I'm sorry." Her voice was nothing like I had heard at the door or on the phone earlier in the week; instead of curt and authoritative, it was soft and demure.
I walked in and stood in front of her, looking her over. "Wh... what is it you need to see?" she asked softly.
"Have I come at a bad time?" I asked as I looked into her eyes.
Her eyes widened for just a split second, then demurely looked down. "Oh no...its ok. I was... was just getting ready that's all... where would you like to start?"
"Why don't we start in the master suite?" I replied.
