..open to almost anything.Randy was about 5'6" and weighed a very firm and tanned 115 pounds. She had long dirty blond hair, pale blue eyes, perfect 3...-Ds and a beautiful hard ass. Her legs were just as wonderful as the rest of her body, shapely and firm.It was a hot summer day. Randy wore a little pair of denim cutoffs, white socks, hiking boots and a black tank top. She looked spectacular! I had on denim shorts, white socks, sneakers and a t-shirt. We walked around for a while, talking and. I could hear the murmurs from the crowd. “A cockburner!”I pointed at the tall blonde. “That tall lady there claims to be King Tom’s wife. If you want to stay here with them you can.”“Where is King Tom? Is he here? And, shouldn’t it really be you who gets the credit for rescuing me?”“Well, perhaps, but I can’t.” I waved my left hand sans ring at her, then turned back to the ladies. “Do we know where King Tom is, or when he will be back?”“No. He comes and goes. We cannot tell when he will be. I begin the house duties, as I am washing your dishes you walk behind me and squeeze my titties and twist my nipples. I can feel your crotch pulsing against my naked ass. This isn't so bad I am thinking...I pull out the vacuum and start in the living room. You are sitting back on the couch, leering at my boobs swaying with every push of the vacuum. The definition of the tone of my long legs emphasized with the height of my shoes. You unzip and your cock springs out, raging hard. You lunge out. A few days afterwards Mary was looking blank. Her Mistress told me she had dismissed her. "Why?" I asked. "She was no good, and not a good servant." Mary was sacked at the end of the week, I could not of course interfere without injuring the poor woman, and implicating myself,—no good to either of us.So soon as she had left our house I was told all that Mary had told me of herself, the Mistress evidently feared that Mary might seduce me, or go astray somehow. That is what the poor girl got for.