" We haven't got the time," I said nodding towards the bathroom."Then we'll make time," she said walking over to the bathroom door."Girls, dad and I a...re going to lie down for awhile," she shouted over the noise of the rushing water."Ok mum," shouted Jan who put her head out from behind the shower curtain."There you go," she said walking towards me and pulling off her bikini bottoms leaving herself naked. "Having men looking at me all day has made me randy," she giggled, "and I just bet that all. Ungli daal ke lick kiya unka chut. Woh paani chorne lagi mera pura face unke pani se gila ho gaya tha. Fir mein unki gaand chatne laga ungli daal ke pura apni tounge se chat raha tha unka hand. Kya gand tha bhai sahab kya hand tho wah. Maza as gaya tha uss din.Fir mami ne kaya “Betu aise hi chor doge chodoge nahi” fir kya tha meine apna lund unke chut mein dala aur speed mein chodne laga. Mami “Aaahh ummmm uffff oh wah” karne lagi. Mein apna lund speed mein andar baha kar raha tha fir usi duran. The other woman was still talking. “Heather? It isHeather, isn’t it?” Heather’s head began to clear and the voice began tocome through. It sounded familiar. As her vision clearedand focused, she realized the woman in front of her was herart professor, Traci Henderson, from the college. Shesuddenly felt embarrassed and nervous. She was standing infront of one of her favorite people with her chest hangingout, dildos up her ass and twat, hotter than shit. Was a sprawling Victorian era building. It had once been a nearly palatial home for an obviously very wealthy family. Now it was an expensive bed and breakfast for people with too much fucking money. The entire place absolutely reeked of pretentiousness, and entitlement. Seemed like the exact kind of place I’d expect a scumbag like Caplain to enjoy while he was choking and beating a girl half to death. It didn’t take me long, standing in the trees across Essex, to spot Caplain. The twitchy.