Aw hell you might be one of the best all around hunters I know, just give my max a chance alright?” There was old man sanders but everyone called hi... “pops” or “hey, old man” it was his cabin in the upstate New York woods in which the hunting party lodged at. Pops did all the cooking. Pops was also the best tracker ever, but he was nearly sixty. There was bear that mostly slept and occasionally did a little hunting; he was more of loner with plenty of survival tricks. Jacobs dad who spent a few. Now her legs were fastened down, attention was paid to the top half. The buttons on the front of her blouse were undone, carefully, then one arm was unshackled, and that sleeve pulled off her arm. Then she felt the clasp of her bra being undone, and pulled forward and off that arm. The exercise was repeated with the other arm, and she found herself secured naked and spread-eagled on the floor of a van, traveling she knew not where. Finally, the tape covering her mouth was ripped off painfully,. She rolled me over so that her body was over mine, her tongue plunging deeper into my mouth. Her hand moved down my stomach and into my shorts, finding my stiffening cock. She wrapped her warm hand around me, stroking my cock to life. I tried to slide my left hand down between our bodies, reaching for her pussy.“Let me show you how it’s done, baby.” she said with a slight giggle.She released my cock, sat up and pulled her gown over her head, dropping it to the bed. She threw one leg over my. When I entered my apartment, Lori was on my couch in my blue terry robe, brushing out her hair. She was nude under the robe and had her legs crossed. Her feet were elegantly pedicured. Her toes were as lovely as her face. Lori was indeed lovely, but oh, so cruel. "I expect lunch on the table in an hour. Call me when it's ready. Oh, and one more thing. I want you totally nude when I return." Lori then took my "Entertainment Weekly" magazine from the coffee table and went into my bedroom,.