I moved into the cottage before dark. I went back to the F&G and studied the books until hunger told me to leave it until the next day. I ate dinner w...th a café full of neighbors and got introduced to every one of them. When most of the people had gone home I asked Diane, ‘What happened to the last manager of the Feed and Grain?’ ‘No one knows. He closed up one Friday evening, ate dinner here and no one has seen him or his car since. He left everything, didn’t pack a suitcase or anything. I. Susan screamed in pain, but at least the worst was over.Susan knew Marty felt terrible, he'd never hurt her like that on purpose, so she reassured him:"It's-OK," she panted, the pain was slowly subsiding, but the heat was just starting to build.Susan bent far over, and Marty started to withdraw, very slowly. He looked down and marveled at the way her anus clung to his cock, and moaned softly as her muscles tried to pull him back in. He stopped with just the head of his cock still inside and. Both of them marked each story with an arrow up for yes and down for no. They had not discussed this but would tell each other tomorrow. Steve had started, as described in the booklet, how to rub himself. Wendy rub herself between her legs. They both came thinking, not the story but doing the story to each other. Both slept and had wet dreams. They slept soundly.Both needed a morning shower. On arriving at school early they told each other what occurred. Steve was still hard and Wendy nipples. I gave her a black look, to note I was going. ‘Miss Wakefield? I’m Benjamin Sutter.’ I said holding out my hand. She looked up lifting her eyebrows in quick appraisal before smiling and taking my hand. It was firm like the look in her dark brown eyes. ‘If you would follow me we can discuss your business with the bank.’ ‘Lead on Mister Sutter.’ She said with a smile. She slipped her tablet into her case and stood. She was much taller than I expected and looked me in the eye. She buttoned her.