I trained him myself."Marie sighed inwardly. The girl seemed totally innocent, but now thather internal alarms were raised, she'd have to do somethin.... Theeasiest thing would be to let the Pig handle it. He always said he knewa spy in bed, and it seemed the least harmful way to do this. As shethought this, the door opened and the Pig entered. Marie forced herselfto smile again and stood to embrace her supposed husband. "Welcomehome, dear," she said. "I was just talking to this nice young. Three points to Nantyglo.Jane was cheering loudly and jumping up and down as the crowd of Nantyglo supporters ran past her on to the pitch to join in the celebrations. Jane fumbled with her buttons on her blouse nervously as if getting undressed. It was all beginning to dawn on her. She had lost the bet."What am I doing?" Jane shrieked at Gethin."Losing your bet," Gethin laughed."No, oh no I can't," Jane whimpered.As the pack ran back up the pitch a lot of them were smiling or giving Jane the. There was something about the way she said 'suppose', despite the dismissing quality of her tone, that emboldened him.Undaunted, he continued, "Not those, further down." And found himself staring directly at her breasts.She looked down, nodded and then looked up, over her sunglasses, at him. Her eyebrows arching she engaged him in a brief stare down."What if ah didn't?" She took the beer from his hand and tilted it to her mouth. The movement of her arm opened the gap of fabric and he had a. He turned her over and laid her down on the bed. His hands roaming over her body, his lips caressing hers. The first stirs of pleasure began to wash over her as she felt his manhood pressing into her. The passion began to build as they kissed each other more and more. He slowly sat up and reached into his boot and pulled a knife out, he grabbed her bodice and cut through the cord. Tossing the knife to the side he grabbed both sides of the bodice and ripped it from around her body. She began to.