I had never in my life felt warm water on my skin before. Neither my body nor my hair had in all my life been washed with more than cold water. It is ...ard now to recall how luxurious felt clean clothes upon my poor body. Over the following days and weeks, during which I was given menial tasks and responsibilities, my condition improved and when I saw myself in one of the fine mirrors of her household I saw a new woman. I never left her employ after that. Mistress Pickles’ house was, I was to. The was no avoiding it out here in the heart of the country. As you strolled along its country lanes and byways one couldn't look over a fence without witnessessing a bull mounting a cow, a stallion stuck in a mare, or a cockeral on a hens back. Only last week while shopping in the village she encountered two dogs at it on the pavement. From what she could see the countryside revolved around sexual activity and here she was stuck in the middle of it with near on twenty years passed since a man. She slips off her panties this time, places her bare pussy against her pink pillow, and rides it. She thinks about her dad. About his dark eyes watching her, his big strong body, his masculine hands. She hopes he did touch himself last night. The idea makes her feel powerful, wanted, a feeling she's never had before.They both get ready for the day, Mat almost afraid to see Abby. Will it be awkward? Will she regret what happened? Be upset with him? Mostly he's worried he'll get hard at the wrong. She goes crazy pushing back on all fours taking the fake cock like a porn star. The shower being next to her room, Ben soaps up listening to Susan’s moans. Quickly he rinses off and hops out leaving the water running. The bathroom attaches to her room and he slowly opens it a crack. Ben watches as the beautiful milf fucks her self hard, her firm ass slamming back onto the dildo, her Big tits hang and flop around. She moans loudly as she calls out bens name. Fuck me ben she moans. Ben stands.