"But what?"He looked embarrassed. "They wouldn't track. They circled the house and just quit. They scratched at the doors to the canine unit until we ...et them in and refused to come back out."I nodded. Then my nostrils caught a faint scent. A blood scent. It was not however human. Speaking of dogs...I rushed to the deputy as he climbed back into his unit. "Wait! The family here. Did they have a dog of their own?" Why yes they did. Look, I gotta go." He slammed the door and left.I walked around. Mmmmm that felt good. I carried in for a while, enjoying the feeling and thinking of Fernanda's curves. I lubed my butt plug and laying on my back I started to shove up the plug in my ass. Ahhh it's tight but it feels amazing, it rockets me to the moon. I consciously don't wank my cock anymore as I wanna get a hands free prostate orgasm, the way I get the most cum in the bra. I pushed the anal plug completely in my ass and I started to work on it. I slipped it in and out and I felt how my. "I don't understand Arnold"Again he smiled,"It's a cottage on the south coast, I bought it to live in last year, but I've never even spent one night in it, I'd like you to have it, it's got a huge rear garden, ideal for a budding market gardener and it overlooks the sea at the front"Another pause for breath, he really was struggling,"You may have noticed they are the deeds to it, made out in two names, yours Polly and yours Thomas, all legally signed and witnessed, etc, etc, it's yours with no. I spent nights jerking off to a photograph she sent me and we’d skype for hours on end.After 4 years of college and 6 months of OPT, armed with a massive salary, I flew back to India. I had intentionally booked my flights so that the Mumbai-Bangalore flight was 12 hours after the London-Mumbai flight (I convinced my parents by telling them that it was the cheapest option) so that I could spend the evening with with her (she was a final year student in some college in Mumbai). On my final Skype.