Again no answer. Logic would dictate that someone must be here if there was a fire in the fireplace, but I didn’t see anyone and the room appeared t...o encompass the entirety of the small cabin. A kitchenette and dining table sat to the right of the doorway, while a bed, sofa and chairs occupied the remainder. A small bathroom hung off the back, but the door was open and the room dark. It was then that I smelled the food. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until the smell of a roast and all its. I ripped it open with a finger and took out the letter inside. It was written on a stiffer, formal kind of paper. I skimmed it quickly but half way down decided to read it again from the top."This cant be right," I muttered out loud, rereading it again."I'm sure it is," Stephen said, running a hand through his hair, "I always double check the addresses." Oh no, its not you. This is saying that I've been left a house. A manor even," I scanned the bottom again but didnt see a name, "I dont even. I'm going to take care of you. I know how to please a man... you just have to let me fuck you first and then I'll get you off afterwards." My world reeled--how is this possible? An hour ago I was on my way to a computer repair job, now a shemale is trying to **** me? I started to try to get up but she leaned over me and held me down. In that position, I couldn't do anything, and I could feel her throbbing log resting on my butt crack. She said "Don't fight it babe, if you fight it, it'll hurt.". She wanted to scoop some cum from her face and eat it. This was not easy because of the strange gloves she was wearing.The gloves were made of some kind of transparent rubber, but the strangest part of all was the shape. they formed a perfect “O” as if she were gripping a cock, that’s it, Susan thought, jerk off gloves. Strong enough she can’t move her hand that much but pliable enough to grip a hard cock.Susan stroked her wet pussy a little bit faster when she noticed the small padlock.