Anyways, I cain't take her, so I'll apprentice her till she's twenty-one, 'bout six years. What d'ye say?"There was some foot shuffling in the small c...owd but no offers."C'mon now," said the farmer, a bit louder, "she's a good worker." Ten shillings," said a paunchy man, scratching behind his ear and showing his teeth."You don' want her, Tom," the farmer said. "You got plenty a'girls." the crowd snickered a bit, but the big man said again, "Ten shillings, hard money." I don' want her to be no. The family chatted about the day’s news, relatives and family business while Jen regained her composure. At the end of her first drink, they were heading to the dining room.Dinner was comparatively normal, if your definition of normal includes a naked sex governess at the table plus four horny teenagers without their pants. Robert and Sarah served dinner, followed by coffee and cannabis candy. It aroused Jen to display her breasts at dinner.With everyone feeling a nice buzz, they adjourned to. Jan’s arousal became tinged with excitement and his dick got harder and harder. He rained smack after smack on her ass, spanking her till the cheeks were red and throbbing and she sobbed and cried from the pain. He was pleased to see that she was also getting wet, as hot cream began to drip from her moistened pussy. “I see you’re ready for more action, Laura,” he said smugly. “Don’t worry – I’ll make sure you get it. Lots of it.” “Please don’t spank me anymore!” she pleaded. “It hurts. I asked Jessie the next day what happened to the pictures. She had told me that she deleted them.When I asked her why, her reply was simply."I don't know."I will never forgive her for deleting the pictures, because right now, I know how everything happened that night, but I can't quite remember anything else, because I was drunk.I stayed in the south for three weeks before taking a Greyhound bus home. About a month after being back home, Jessie calls me, and she is drunk.She tells me that she.