She parked and got her pack on and made her way across the big rocks across the river and followed the path up hill towards the privately owned spring.... The ka chunk! of an ax cutting wood drifted towards her as she walked up towards the camping sites. It was only when she rounded the last bend before the caretakers cabin that she could see the shirtless man chopping the wood. The long back muscles rippled as he whipped the ax through the air, ropy arm muscles pulling the double bit ax through. “You can go in. Your husband works on the fifth floor,” he said. The elevator door was about to close, but I managed to get in. Only one man was in. He must be above 40, got a little belly fat but didn’t look unfit at all. I noticed him checking out my body through the elevator door reflection.That’s when I got a look at myself. My dress was totally messy, revealing a lot of skin. I panicked, trying to correct it.“Calm down, take it slow,” the man said.“My husband asked me to bring these files. ” James announced, as he started to kick off his boots, unbuckled his overall and removed the shirt. I was shocked at the bulge bursting through his tight boxer. He climbed between my wife’s legs and she moved up her hips to meet his mouth. She was enjoying this.After a few minutes of sucking on her pussy, James exclaimed:“Your slutty wife is so tight, she is going to love my black cock!” “Come on over here, cuckie… watch as I ruin this little bitch´s pussy...”I got up, as if in a trance, and. I don’t believe he’s coming back.’ I thanked her for the conversation, the job and a great meal and walked to my new home. By midnight I was asleep. Somewhere in the night I woke up covered in sweat and visions of being hidden outside a small village watching through a scope for a certain man to step into my sights. The sound of a twig snapping woke me up. Maybe the twig was just in my dream, my memory or somewhere within a hundred yards of the cottage. I’ll never know. I listened and calmed.