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Dani couldn't believe her ears. The man who had opened the door was ancient, grey and almost skeletal thin. Despite his apparently fragile stature the man dressed as a butler held back two jet black Rottweilers as they strained on their leashes.

"No miss. You are not expected. I've been given strict instructions not to let anyone into the manor tonight." His tone was not apologetic, it was dead and emotionless.

"You must be expecting me?" Dani retorted, "Aunt Mildred's lawyers contacted me directly." Somewhat frantically she checked her pockets for the letter. It was there somewhere, "See! The legal firm is Begby and Swine."

Neither the butler's good eye nor the milky white blind eye blinked, "There is no Ms. Mildred at Millhaven Manor. I have never heard of Begby and Swine," and as if to add emphasis to his words one of the two murderous looming Rottweilers rumbled a warning growl. "I must ask you to leave. We cannot tolerate trespassers on the land."

Dani took a step back, partly to put some distance between her and the oversized dogs and partly in shock. The butler was already closing the thick oak door.

"Wait," she said, "I'm here to see Jess". The sounds of Art's throwaway comment echoed in her mind.

The imposing door remained ajar but the elderly butler stepped into view again from the shadowy interior of the manor, "Miss Jessica, you say?"

Dani nodded, brushing loose hair from her eyes and failing to think of anything else to say.

"Very well," mulled the butler, his bone white fingers still gripping the leather leashes holding the huge dogs at bay. "I'm afraid I still cannot let you inside but you may wait outside for Miss Jessica to return. She is expected to be back in little over two hours. I suggest you enjoy the gardens."

That was that. Dani blinked as the manor?s door shut firmly and the ancient brass knocker rattled once.

This must all be one bad mistake Dani thought to herself as she turned away from the building. Perhaps the lawyers had put the wrong name on the letter. Another scenario, less welcome, was that they had put the wrong address on the letter. That could explain why the manor was not three miles up the road as expected.

It was dark but at least it was not raining. Dani wandered around to the side of the old manor. She was in no hurry and she certainly was not going to try walking back to the trucker stop again - not that she would mind bumping into Art again. She felt the blush touch her cheeks as her mind drifted back to the more pleasant surprise encounter of the day so far.

"Some garden," she muttered out allowed, "Looks more like a graveyard". The land at the side of the manor stretched for some distance before it met the thick and rather impregnable tree line but it was heavily peppered with gravestones and nearly a dozen crypts.

Shaking her head in disbelief Dani continued her exploration of the grounds. It seemed to make sense that the largest and most powerful of all the families who had lived and died at the manor would have been able to afford to build a crypt of their own for this private graveyard. The real mystery, perhaps, was why she was so horny again.

The walk through the garden-cum-cemetery was nothing more than a distraction. Dani could but help cast her mind back to the events in the garage when the truckers first turned up. The trucker who had approached her first had such a large bulge in his jeans and she had thought about wrapping her lips around it then and there and sucking him off.

What if she had?

Dani could only imagine. She might have been able to take that trucker's dick into her mouth and bend forward enough to let another one of the masculine drivers get behind her and fuck her from behind.

Blushing, Dani's mental imagery continued to play out. If she had been able to straddle one of the truckers - if she had been able to get Art on the ground, his cock deep in her cunt, then she might have been able to suck the other's cock while Max fucked her ass.

Another day and Dani knew she would have been embarrassed by such thoughts but tonight they only seemed natural. She still had two more of the truckers to fit into her fantasy when it was rudely interrupted. She was standing directly in front of a crypt and had become so distracted that she had nearly walked slap bang into the side of the door.

Unlike the manor, the crypt's door was open.