It was a little spooky, and I shivered. Ahead, through the trees I saw the walls of small Victorian gothic yellowy-grey brick house protected by a hig... picket fence, nestled in a bare-earthed clearing. A wooden sign nailed roughly to a tree by the track enigmatically read 'Keepers'.To the right of the house was a large, solidly built clinkered shed, or small barn. To the left a dark green Landrover was parked beneath a flimsy lean-to. I crept up the track to the edge of the clearing and hid. But this time she reached over in a pile of blankets and pulled out her pink dildo. It is about the same size as me and she has never been that keen on using it but I was very happy to see that it was handy. She rubbed the head of it against her clit and pussy lips making it wet with her juices. Then she slowly eased it in her pussy only to let out more moans and sighs. She slowly eased all of it deep inside her and as soon as she got it all in her she wiggled against it. Then she pulled it. He had found a number of local paper articles about her, with pictures at different events she worked at or supported. So, he did know more about her that she realized. She had looked up his bio as a new instructor at the college and had read his book (at his urging) so Emma also knew about him, but that he knew. Donald led Emma into a large living room, which had a large empty space in the center of it. He led her to that place, and then calmly and quietly told Emma to take off all her. I don't know what you're talking about." Sure you do. When I was jacking off and smelling your panties I saw you standing in the doorway watching me. Looking at my cock and I'll bet anything wishing you could touch it. I'll even bet that your panties were wet, they were weren't they?" I did no such thing! Well, alright I did see you but you were lying there with the door open and what did you want me to do, freak out and run screaming from the house?" Well there is always the courtesy of giving.