The edges of her peniletip stretched back before she slid inside.He moaned deep in his throat, his little cock rubbing against her groinwhen he slid a...l the way down her thick meat. A little pearl of pre-cumoozed past the flaccid member before he began to thrust his hips backand forth. He impaled himself on her member again and again with cutemoans that filled her earsShe gasped every time that he slid down her to clench around the basebefore sliding up again. His tiny soft penis rubbed against. But you have to surrender to its moods. Then the forest will protect you, just as it protects the wildcats and wolves.''Exactly,' she laughed.He stroked her hair. 'One day I'll take you with me. We can trek for a week and I'll take you to Magic Lake. I'll teach you to trust the forest. Soon you won't want to leave.'She told him about the farm. It had been three years since John had died and each year had been harder for her. He asked her about the harvest, the prices she had gotten for her. The stranger dominating her would communicate with her via the internet. While the individual's orders and degrading comments were fed through an eerily clinical sounding speech synthesiser, coming through loud and clear on a speaker, the video feed was an amateur operation limited to a handful of silent pictures every second. No one except Rob could see her cute writhing or hear her arousing moans and helpless protests until he released the higher quality recording on their FTP site an hour. It was a simple to use, all weather, waterproof, dustproof, two megapixel Kodak that would be perfect for both her job and their time together on the boat. While Ingrid was absorbed in her new toy, Steve assembled his gift and inserted the batteries. He booted it up, adjusted the settings to the day’s time and date, reviewed the program options, and quietly went to the back of the house to test the camera without Ingrid seeing him. With a few quick shots inside, he again slipped by the living.