The marriage had been gratifying but without progeny and now she was alone because they’d separated from their folk, traveling to where land was che...per. Their bank loan and savings landed them a 2218-acre ranch that had since been sold to a neighbor apart from the ranch house and 12-acres, enough to support Ada’s horses and a lame skinny cow called Susie that none of the buyers had wanted. With all that done, Ada had spent the past two months passively healing. Now she was ready but for what. “You can type pretty fast, right?” he asked me as the car floated towards the highway.“Yes.”“Can you take shorthand?”“No. I just listen and type.”“I’m writing my memoirs.” He told me, “I need a typist; you need a job. What do you say? I’ll pay you $100 a week.”That was good money, and more than I’d been getting as his son’s secretary / mistress.“I don’t have anywhere to live.” I told him.“Live with me, there’s a spare room.” He offered. “It will be a lot of hours though. I’m not a 9 to 5 man.. It was not a skill she expected she could master-- they were such thin girls-- but the fence was a little broader, it seemed worth a try. So she climbed up onto it and with her parasol for balance, began to try to walk along it. She made it about five feet before shouting "Whoa-oh-ohhhhh!" and tumbling backwards, luckily into a haystack piled up just by the fence. As she looked up, dazedly, a squirrel glanced at her, shook his head, and ran off.She stood up and then she looked down. Something. He found her panties on the floor and held them in front of her. ?Do you need to suck on these some more, or will you be quiet while I work???...I'll be quiet, sir.??We'll see about that.? He returned to her crotch, and pushed the thick plastic cock in another few inches. Tracy let her breath out in a long, pained exhalation, but made out no other sound.Her stomach visibly bulged by the time the dildo was completely inside her, the bunny attachment nestled against her clit. Will gave it.