It was that time of year.The farmer, a man they called "Judge," was not at home, so his house servant told us, but his missus might see us. We sat in ... shady parlor and she arrived shortly, dressed in the height of fashion, at least as far as I could tell. Watered silk I think it was called, midnight blue, tight-fitting from narrow waist up and framing a luscious pair of bubbies and milky shoulders beneath a kerchief of some filmy stuff. Her dark blonde hair was pulled back, braided and folded. As she tightens my corset and placesmy wig, she tells me to treat her slave husband well becauseshe'll be watching.I enter the front room to meet you for the first time. Iintroduce myself as Tawnya as I walk up to where you are sittingon the couch, being careful to place one foot in front of theother swaying my hips seductively. I tell you I'm yours for theevening...a gift from your caring mistress who is now sitting ina chair across from us supervising.When I reach you I slowly run a red. My friend and I began to move our curvy bodies and soon we were part of the horny dancer’s community. Two interested men stood behind each one of us and joined our company. My friend held my hand when her partner began to grind his cock against her ass.Those men must have been friends because mine too did the same. My friend and I touched our boobs while the men pushed us in a tight formation. I held my partner’s buttocks and pressed his cock harder against my ass.My partner: Hey babe, why. She’s slowly stroking my cock in and out of her simmering wetness, and she casually leans her upper body forward toward my face. ‘My breasts are so sensitive,’ she whispers faintly. ‘I like the way you touch them, you’re not too rough.’ ‘Well…’ I think to myself, ‘If you like having them played with, you’ll probably like this too…’ I lean my head forward and capture her right nipple between my lips. I begin sucking tenderly on it, pulling on it with my lips and swirling my tongue around it as I.