I shuffled into my favourite wanking position – on my back, facing away from the headboard with my feet pressed as high up the wall as possible. I s...roked my hairy cunt and quickly parted my flaps with one hand as I pressed the stubby end against my soggy opening. I was so fucking wet it sailed in like a torpedo! I gasped when I pressed the switch again and the vibrations shook my whole lower body. In seconds I was imagining Scott’s head bobbing up and down between my legs while he licked my. Next door was a pub, next to that was the church, dating from the 1100's, next to that another pub. One called the Swan, the other the George and Dragon. The bed & breakfast overlooked the village green — more typically English would be quite impossible to imagine. Except that the housekeeper in my old English Guest-house was actually Hungarian. About 36 - 26 - 36 Hungarian to be more precise, with an accent that was so strong it dripped stereotype continental sexy.We had spoken several times. As for seeing it in his eyes, yesshe could probably do that as well once Tom had thought about how bighis eyes must have dilated. Damn, he hated himself for finding thisexciting again. Tom realized that this was a futile battle on his part,but knew that he did have one other thing he wanted to address."Princess Dee, please don't make me get my ears pierced," Tom implored."I can conceal everything else but there is no way to hide the fact thatI have had both of my ears pierced. What do I tell. ‘Your workday isn’t over after all.’ ‘What?’ was their confused reply and I gestured for them to come with me. Her name was Jessie Parker and she was 17 years old. Orphaned at 3 she had been moved around a lot to different foster homes. The last one had been the worst and lasted only a month before she ran away. Now she sat in my bar with Copcop and drank the water I had offered her earlier that evening. I had closed the bar and locked the front doors but a window was open to let in some.