''What sort of stuff?''Well. There was my schoolwork and clothes and a case.''Don't worry about clothes. To be honest, when I went over there tosort y...ur stuff out, I could see that the clothes were not really worthkeeping so I got rid of them. I hope you don't mind. Your schoolbooksare in your room. I went up to the attic and had a look round. Was thatokay?'I nodded.'There was quite a lot of junk there, but I did find a case with alabel that said Gemma Roberts on it. Was that your mother?'I. Other than that, Spearfish Lake hadn't been the Black Rock that they had expected; a relatively decent little town, for a little town, duller than dishwater. They'd wondered if they were going to be facing angry mobs armed with axes, but so far, this trip had been a total waste. They'd gotten a few background shots of the town, and of some kids swimming at the beach, but darn little of Jenny Easton. The only interesting footage they'd gotten had been a poor shot of her and some other woman. He turned to me and said; “I can’t believe you are a pain slut!”I was stunned, he is my favorite teacher, and he is in this club?“Pull up your skirt.” he said, demanding. I did as I was told, I pulled it up to show him my bald pussy.“Very nice, now let me see your ass.”I turned around, and lifted up the back of my skirt.“Such a nice ass to spank, thank you Marcy, you can cover your self now.”I let my skirt down, and turned back around.“I can’t believe you are a slave to Jim. How long have you. We spent the next few hours entwined with each other in full view of anyone that wanted to look closely enough to see what we were doing, despite her nervousness about where we were we were both so horny that after about 30 minutes of our playing I had my hand down her jeans fingering her tight little pussy and stroking her clit, she came so easily on my fingers and hands and I took my time feeding it back to both of us afterwards. I was so hard that I knew I would have to cum or end up with.