It didn’t last all that long as I didn’t enjoy it, too much competition. I talked him into stopping.Instead, John and I went to bars far from home...and picked up strange men for me to have sex with. That wasn’t hard for a slut like me. However, getting the men to let my husband join in was harder. A few allowed him too but most only allowed him to watch. When he did join in it was just two men making love to me, not to each other. Well really one, that being my husband while the other man just. The only thing I was certain of was that I did not want to be a farmer. I had little idea of what I wanted to be or what God had in store for me but I hoped it was not farming. A peasant farmer was the one thing I was certain that I didn’t want to be. I had had my fill of farming and didn’t want to work another patch of ground as long as I lived. ‘I don’t understand Mrs. Osterant, he promised to take me with him to London. He told me he was going to take me on as his assistant.’ I said looking. Georgie told me "How long is it then?" I told her it was 6 inches. I wasn't going to lie. She was happy I didn't, because she knew I was being honest. I think she wanted something though. She asked me to prove it. I asked how I could, and she told me there was only one way. I kissed her again and took off my pants, fucking excited. I had a boner when I pulled it out of my boxers. She looked suprised, but not that kind of stupid suprise the whores have in porno's. She certainly was embarassed,. His lips moving with hers, parting as His tongue slipped over her delicate lips, before sucking one into His mouth and biting into the tender flesh… He moved His head backward, arching her back and moaning as the pain of her tender flesh threatening to tare if she did not follow. She felt as His teeth released her, His hands were lowering the ropes, she knew what He wanted… going onto the tips of her toes she bent at the waist and knee, lowering her sensual form until her sweet peach of an ass.