"I'm married," I replied, hating that I sounded so feeble. "It's just a fantasy Janet, but still it's nice to think about it," he said. There was a le...gthy and awkward pause between us, and then he made a very startling submission. "We were both cheating on each other," he admitted. "April started it, I merely continued it." Oh. I-I didn't know that," I replied awkwardly. When he spoke next, he sounded proud. He was not ashamed of his behavior at all. "I had a number of women on the hook. They. Of course not!’ She panted. Clearly lying. ‘Do you think it’s wise to lie to your teacher?’ He paused for a moment, and admired the sight that lay before him. A sweet young teenager bent over his desk. Legs pressed tightly together, giving him just a suggestion of the shape of her pussy, peeking out underneath her sore red cheeks. ‘Spread your legs. Wide. Now’ He couldn’t help but stroke a round cheek as she did so. He took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of her juices. They’d made her lace. The game runs for a full fourteen hours, and once started, it doesn’t stop. Any questions???Do we get to choose the girls?? one of the guys asked, looking straight at Emma.?NO? came the reply. ?The numbers are picked from a hat, and that is the girl you get, if you catch her. The girls will be taken to their start point soon, and numbers pained on them. You can only chase the girl with the corresponding number to the one you pick. There are cameras dotted around the farm, and if anyone is seen. It was like she was dancing just for him, and his heart beat faster as he watched her. She moved her hips in time to the music, her arms lifting up, fingertips running up one arm, and then the other, along her shoulders, across her throat and back behind her head, lifting her hair up. Then she would do it all again, very slowly to the rhythm of the song. The breeze moved the light material of the cover up and her hair, making it a graceful dance, swirling, so lovely to see. He was moved to walk.