The master bedroom had one of those old canopy beds. Since Sandy was downstairs making us tea and biscuits, I decided to explore the house. I looked u...p at a picture of a hawkish looking but kinda hot woman, it was sort of unnerving and it hung in front of the bed. I started to snoop I went through the bureau and found some old tin types, it was the woman from the painting but she was naked in various poses and using a dildo in one of them.I rummaged around more and I found an ivory dildo. Now. I gathered myself and decided to say something. “Good Morning maa,” I said nervously while avoiding eye contact.“Good Morning beta,” she replied calmly.She turned towards me and served me tea. We sat on the dining table and I started eating breakfast. As much as I felt ashamed my eyes started wandering off to her cleavage. She usually never showed cleavage in a gown but today there was a hint of it.“So beta how are you going to market those pictures?” she asked nonchalantly. I felt a tingling. “Are you OK?” Greg asked a bit anxiously.“I came,” she said by way of explanation. ”You have no idea how sensitive my nipples are and you have such brilliant hands and your tongue felt so good.”Greg leaned back in the driving seat and went to start the engine but as he did so Pauline put a hand on his leg.“Do we have to go?” She asked quietly, “I have not quite finished with you yet.” Leaning over she started to undo his trousers and pulled out Greg’s cock.“Ooh commando and what a beauty, I. I know a lot, but I can’t remember anything, how is that possible? Shouldn’t some of the pre-coma Jake be hidden somewhere in here?” He tapped his head. “Anyway, sweet romantic librarians are much more interesting,” he teased, as he closed the book.Rebecca stared at him in awe. Not once since she met him had he said or done anything that didn’t resonate with her psyche. In addition, he always looked right into her eyes as he talked to her. It was as if he could drill directly into her core..