I have not been home for the ten years I've been in government service.There was one exception to this (isn't there always?), but it was my cross, whi...h I have to bear. I have not informed anyone else, in order to prevent being taken advantage by anyone, including by the subject of my affection.In this hamlet, I was accepted by the locals and known as 'the foreigner, ' as my fluent Italiano had a Napoli accent. When I was in Napoli, my Italiano had a Central Mountain, crude peasant accent. It. “Silence!” I demanded. “If you take your punishment like a grown woman, henceforth, disobedience will be dealt with thusly,” I stated, raining down five quick swats on her rosy red cheeks. “Obedience will be rewarded as well,” I said softly as I slid my hand between her legs cupping her pussy. Danny’s pussy betrayed her. Her pussy was leaking juice down onto her bed pooling beneath her. “Ah you like the rod don’t you?” I asked with a leer. ‘Yes,” Danny meekly answered. Smack! I spanked. During an excellent dinner I learned a lot more. She believed in natural living, so clothes were worn only if absolutely necessary. Hence the protective jeans and boots in the woods. The hair on her head hadn’t been cut in years and hung to her attractive buns. Nor her armpits or pubes or legs seen a razor in a long time. She even had a few hairs growing out of her areolae. All of it was black and abundant.She loved the farm. Her life had evolved away from all things artificial over the past. I grunted in response."Oooh it feels good, oh my God. Fuck my ass harder." Her breathing quickened again. I let go of her hip and grabbed one of her tits through the fabric of her dress, squeezed it hard."Aaaaaah," she moaned. "You’re gonna make me yours. Make me yours. Take me however you want to." She was slamming her ass backwards wildly, my cock sliding in and out of her stretched ass.I bent forward and whispered in her ear, "I’m gonna make you mine. I will fill your ass up with my cum,.