***I think Lucy felt she couldn’t put the inevitable off any longer, so when we finished our drinks we went upstairs. No luggage, so no nightclothes... nothing!There turned out to be two beds in the room - a smallish single and a not over large double. Lucy said that as she was smaller than me she would take the single and I could have the double. We also both noted that there wasn’t a lot of heating in the room, I assume the landlord hadn’t been expecting guests so nothing was turned on - we. He pulled me to him, and, reaching between my legs, pulled one up, and rested it over his shoulder. He bunched my skirt up again, and pressed his face against my pussy, breathing me deeply in.“Ahhhh…Now that is one juicy smelling cunt!”, he laughed. The men were all egging him on, clearly loving my total terror and degradation, knowing that before the night was through, they’d probably all be having a go on me. Jake pulled my knickers to the side, and with one finger began rubbing my clit. I. I put her kneeling face down into the bed, lifted her leather skirt, pulled her soft ass cheeks wide open and pressed the top of my cock up against her hole, she gave a gasp and started to bounce ever so slowly and slightly backwards and forwards until the top couple of inches of my prick were inside of her (what a gurl). The pace picked up and got faster and faster and harder and harder and deeper and deeper. The sight of her stockings, basque and heel's sent me over thee edge. My shaft. The pilasters and half columns had raised bands across their middles, and the gables crowning the corner towers were decorated to suggest leather straps. It was set on a hillside in Nottinghamshire, looking out over fields and water meadows across a small river to a village opposite with a church on a small hill to her right. The vista was very much the English countryside of nostalgic oil paintings.When they arrived at the Grange there were two people waiting for her on the steps up to the.