Needless to say, we became somewhat tipsy and applauded each new garment with abandon. There was even an occasional wagging of a firm cock in salute....(Men in panties still appreciate feminine beauty and the host's wife and company were making our panties very full indeed.)There was a great deal of side-chatter among men who were freed of the secrecy that usually accompanied men who choose to wear womens undergarments. Some of it was technical... materials, colours and transparency - how much. ”“Thank you Mr. Price. I don’t believe I thanked you for the beautiful funeral at the time, I’m sorry.”“I can well understand that, and no apology is needed. I see you have met our new Vicar. She has been with us for only three months.”David asked, “Out of curiosity, where did Father Newenham go?”“He was translated to become Bishop of Worcester well over a year ago. Then we had a long interregnum before Martha came to us.”David could not help but hear the undertone of disapproval in the. While he was waiting for Yolande to be summoned, the Marquis made me kneel on a low, padded bench; he unlocked the chain which linked my wrists in front of me, refastened it behind my back and attached it to my collar.When the monk returned, followed by a woman whom I assumed to be Yolande, the two men removed her chains, made her strip naked and then tied her to one of the contraptions I had seen but not quite understood. It looked like a large tree trunk, inclined at an angle of 45 degrees.. "Let me get on top." She said as she loosened her grip on my. I rolled off of her onto my back, my erection lying wetly on my abdomen.She raised herself up and straddled me, guiding my penis as she impaled herself on it and leaned over to put those tits right in my face. I reached up with both hands to grab both tits as she began to slam her hips on me front to back, front to back. She was hammering me like I hammered her. Lifting her left tit to my mouth I began the same sucking action on it.