On the way I ran into a guy ( Paul)that was staying a few campsites over from ours. We had said hello a few times so we chatted a bit on the way to th... bath house. Paul was about 70, in good shape, and was camping alone. Upon getting there, he went in one shower, and I into one a few doors away. After a minute or 2 there was a knock on my door. It was Paul, he forgot his shampoo and asked to borrow mine. Im not sure how or why, but we both knew that we were interested in each other. He was. “Ahh, my god,” I hear him moan and he lifts himself up so that he can hold on to me, while fucking his pole even deeper into my cunt. He drops his one hand down under my pussy and starts to rub my clit again each time I come down on him. His rubbing becomes harder, as I bounce harder on his pole. I can hear my own breathing, as he takes my one breast again, rubbing it also, as he lifts himself close to me. There are a lot of things going on at once. His hands are all over me and his moans are. ”“Hello,” he replied as he rode over to me.“I see you found your bandits.”“Yes, they have been killing many along this road.”“So we were your bait?” Ruby asked.“Yes, I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you, but I didn’t want you to do anything to alert them,” he replied.“Well, I am not exactly happy about you not telling us, but I do understand why you needed us to look as normal as possible to them.”“Not much I can do about it now. I will make it up to you if I can.”“How is that?” Tim asked.“Well. "You mean like influence or power? Pull?" Exactly. This town runs on 'pull.' What influence does he give you?" Not much," she said. "Not more than any of my other friends." You could blackmail him." And he could have me arrested."I shrugged. "Seems like that would be worse for him than for you."She snorted. "No. For him, it would just be a scandal. For me, it could be much worse."I looked a question at her."Do you really think he's my only high profile client?" I was curious, but I wasn't.