I slowly slid my shorts down, showing her an inch at a time. Before long, my entire cock was standing up at full attention and my shorts were pushed a...l the way down to the base. I proudly held the bottom, to give her a good look at her first cock. It was standing up proudly, all inches of it. I stroked it up and down and invited her to do the same.“Go ahead, touch it. Wrap your hand around it and just move your hand up and down while squeezing gently. Boyfriend will love you for it,” I wasn’t. Lady Bridget was an Irish lady, nearing 30, with little money. She travels from Brisbane to the Never-Never where she meets a bushman, Colin. They have an affair and get married. That's Book 1, which is where I stopped, hungry for dinner. I realized that Praed had divided the novel into three books, each from a different point of view. The first was that of Mrs. Gildea, a matron of Leichardt's Town. The next was from that of Lady Bridget.I went off to hunt up dinner.I was brought up short,. I was turned face down on the bed, and a chain was linked between my wrist cuffs behind my back. This gave me a little slack, at least. The pressure on my nipples returned. Every movement was like an electric zap of pain, from side to side of my chest. My legs were pulled wide apart, and I felt fiddling at my ankles. Ah. I was kept wide by a leg-spreader. Of course, my little skirt had slid way up to my hips, exposing me completely. "Enjoy, my dear," Mistress said in my ear, and left the room.. Dark auburn hair. Sasha started. ‘Is that hair you have in your hand?’ Before the old woman could protest, Sasha grabbed her hand and turned it to reveal she did indeed have a fist full of hair. And it was Sasha’s. She stared at the woman’s old hand as it opened to reveal a matted mess of dark auburn tangled strands and what looked like the toenail clippings Sasha had left in her bathroom bin earlier that morning, complete with remnants of the old red polish the women had removed. ‘What is.