I then turned her face towards me and hugged her tightly. She was not resisting and then I put her on the bed and began playing with her tits. Soon sh... was like a fish out of water. She pulled me by my hair and rested my head on her tits; an indication to suck her nipples. Sucking her nipples was heavenly for both of us. When my hands reached down to her pussy, I found her completely wet. I looked at her hairy slit and rubbed my finger a bit roughly and she shivered. I went down, parted her. These have to be self sufficient and so they grow enough food for their own use but sometimes have enough for other villages.Trade between villages is restricted to the central market place near the Mage's castle. Each Mage acting as a Baron would do on Earth during medieval times.During these Market Days the goods would be brought in by horse and cart (the name horse is an equivalent term for the beast) and every village would be known for the product they sold, some dealt with vegetables,. Victor’s face rested on the cold table, still breathing hard, as he tried to recover some air. Then I traced my finger down and round to his rear, tight, little ring. Whilst I gently pulled his cock again, I tried to insert that finger. He squealed a bit, saying he needed some lubrication.Then I dipped my fingers deep inside my well filled cunt and they were soaked immediately. Using my juices for lube, I pushed my index finger again in his very tight arse again. Victor thrashed around a little. I was musing on that fact when I next rang home and spoke to my mother, a few days after the sergeants mess dance."You know what them bastards 'ave been an gorn and done?" My mother shouted as soon as I started to speak. She answered her own question, which was just as well as I hadn't a clue what she was going on about. (gorn = East London pronunciation of 'gone')"They've only been an gorn and kicked the poor cow out'er 'ouse, 'aven't they?"It is a peculiarity of East London speech to convert.