She needed to leave some trail for the hunters and their dogs to follow, but one which did not lead to her hiding place, and she would have a little o...er an hour to lay such trails. She had already discarded the well-known trick of working round behind the hunt and following them, because she argued that they would turn back sooner or later and she would then be very exposed.She wandered along the path past the woods and through the northern swamp. She wondered if the dogs could follow her. As usual she was wearing scandalously short shorts and a crop top. As she approached the door I ran up behind her chloroform in hand, now the real fun would start.I dragged her inside and rested my backpack against the staircase. I took the rope and the masking tape out of the bag and bound her hands and feet together so that escape would be impossible. I dragged her up the stairs to her room and laid her on out her bed. Naturally, with her in this helpless state, I couldn't resist lifting up. She was across the other side of the room and I’m sure she’d seen what Mark had done. I blushed, bright red.A couple of minutes later there was a tap on my shoulder. It was Jayne. I tried to smile, look relaxed and act nonchalantly. She didn’t say a word – just beckoned me to follow her. We went through to another room and she locked the door behind us and moved towards me.“How long have you been fucking my husband?” she said.“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” was all I could. Still working on my breasts, his hand trailed down my stomach, finding the button on my pants. Before I knew it, they were on the floor with my blouse and bra. I could feel my juices flowing freely, soaking my panties. He kneeled between my legs, rubbing my legs carefully and thoughtfully. He kissed my knees, working his way up with a tantalizing slowness that only made me hotter. He now had his face right at my wet pussy, breathing on it through my panties. I moaned and wiggled it at him,.