I waited until I could see that Maria was waiting for someone to ask her. "Maria, as you know my name is Peter Brown. You can call me Pete. May I have...this dance?"Aren't I too young for you?" No, not at all." Well, okay I guess. Did you have fun dancing with my grand mother? I saw you whirling around the floor with her. I don't dance like that." I'll adapt to whatever the orchestra plays." Maria rose and I took her hand leading her onto the floor. She was tall and willow with dark hair and. When the answer came it was so simple I almost couldn't believe it. The handle was strongly spring loaded, or possibly a bit rusty, but whatever, when you pushed it in, it turned, the bolts withdrew, and the door could be pushed inwards. It creaked and groaned as it opened.I picked up the work light and shone it inside. The most obvious thing that could be revealed, was precisely what was revealed."Fuck-in-Hell! A bloody dungeon."It was in fact more of a torture chamber, well not more off,. The next morning having had little sleep Katya awoke to a pale and waterysun shining low down in a cloudless sky and though there'd been a heavyfrost and the windows were glazed over it was still warm, the kitchen onthe ground floor having originally been part of a blacksmith's shop withits forge still in daily use.Shivering a little in the cold air she was relieved to see the girl wasstill sleeping soundly, and tip toeing out and down the steep unevenstone steps into the kitchen went out into. "God, I wish you were a boy."She tossed her brush across the barn and threw her arms around his thick-muscled neck. "Ooooo, Gypsy." She rubbed her tits into him. "Unnnnn."Shaking, she stepped back. Her mouth dried up and the juices in her pussy began to flow freely, soaking the crotch of her cotton panties. Hot frantic ideas swarmed through her mind. If she couldn't have a boy, she needed something. Her blue eyes glowed. She would have Gypsy! Anything would be better than her fingers."It's.