There were plenty of harlots available on the premises, eager to service all and any males taking passage to and from England, but most of the client�...le were amorous couples itching to copulate, but with no place other than ‘The Silver Greyhound’ to scratch their itch.I grant ‘The Silver Greyhound’ is an unusual name for a French tavern, but although the sign was written in English the locals referred to the place as le lévrier d’argent A knowledgeable English traveller seated at an adjoining. My thoughts were horrible. My first time and I did everything wrong. Did Jenny come? Was she even aroused? I was embarrassed.Jenny drew my body up to her and gently kissed me on the lips. Jenny said in a quiet voice, “I did a very unfair thing to you and I want to talk about it now. I knew that you had little sexual experience; it’s not hard to spot. Maybe this was even your first time?”She looked at me and I nodded my head.“I think you’re a nice person who is just starting his adult life. Some. I had completely lost any sense of time, all I was aware of was the feather traveling over my ribs and up into my arm pits, the dildos moving in and out of me, the sweat running down my body and my screams. After pumping up the gag a little she got a good laugh out of the way I rode the dildos while she tickled my ass cheeks and the crack of my ass. Finally she changed to a small paint brush, one of the most devious tickle torture implements we had come up with. She pumped the gag up to fully. ”“Yeah, it was yesterday that I actually started thinking about it.”“What set you off, yesterday,” she asked but quickly added, “if you don’t mind my asking?”Tim smiled. “I’ll tell you what. Everything we talk about can be on the record unless I tell you to take us off the record. How does that sound?”“Actually, that sounds pretty professional.”“Good. That way we both get practice.”“So what happened yesterday to set you off?” her grin returned, and he remembered why this girl felt a little.