Crawl in

You trace the outline of her cock without touching it. Do you have to make it believable for the competition? Or is it just whoever gets the four videos? Either way better to check first. You get down on both hands and knees and crawl under the sink. It's dark and smells of water damage. You are past her hips, breast and to her face

It's not Leigh. Oh my god it's not her.

"Oh umm what are you ok? What are you doing?" She's asks confused.

You can feel your face turn bright red. "Oh you aren't who I thought you were.."

"Oh well.. can you.. off please I have to finish." She asks.

You embarrassedly climb off her and head upstairs. None of the plumbers today were Leigh.. what were you missing.

You reenter the website. Click her name and stare... Nice houses.. well kept.. access to the homes.. fucking uninterrupted in the middle of the day?.. you give up for today. Maybe you'd watch some her videos to see if other clues presented themselves.

The plumber finished up and awkwardly leaves. No wonder none could complete this challenge.. it isnt easy to figure out how to find these futa. You escort the plumber out of the house and help pack up the camera equipment.. what a weird thing they were doing for quality assurance.

You follow their car as they drive off feeling defeated.. in the distance.. a house.. with a green yard, white fence, and blue house..

Just like in the video.

You sprint down the street to look at it. You use your phone to bring up the video and match it. It's the house that's for sure. Pushing open the gate you knock on the door.

Knock knock knock.

An older gentleman answers. "Hello can I help you?"

Taken aback you respond, "oh my hey does umm a young guy live here."

"Young," he laughs, "no no my wife and I bought this house about a year ago."

"Bought it?" You can't hide your disappointment.

"Yeah a dark skinned woman helped us find it, lovely lady named Leigh." He says.

Leigh, he said Leigh! Your heart jumps for joy. "Leigh who?" You ask excitedly.

"Umm err Leigh Masterson.. that was the realtor name right Martha?" He asks yelling back to his wife.

It didn't matter you were already halfway down the street. Leigh wasn't a plumber, she's a realtor. She's fucking young men in potential house sales. That's why it's in the middle of the day, clean looking, and able to have cameras. Even her website entry made sense now. Alright, step one find a futa is done, onto step two.