She had a pretty good idea after a bit so I gave her our “standard kit” (a pre-made list of items our group used for all new characters).“Of cou...se, you will have to decide how long your beard is” I said to her with a grin.“Beard? I don't have a beard Pete, I'm a girl!” Holly giggled, and knew exactly where I was going with this.“Oh, of course you have a beard Linda. All dwarves have beards.”“What, no way!”I grinned, and pulled out the handbook. “Here, it says it clear as day. 'All dwarves,. “Behave!” I laughed.10 minutes or so later, there was a knock on the door, Mel opened it and after a brief conversation, introduced me to Maria; our cabin maid for the cruise. Maria was a petite brunette and had a great arse. In her late twenties or early thirties, she told us that she was from Brazil. After a few minutes chatting, Maria said goodbye and we said we’d probably see her tomorrow.As she closed the door behind her, I winked at Mel.“Now you behave!” she said.We had a great afternoon. The milker finally utters to her with a smirk that he just came to get some milk. Conducting herself like the mistress of the manor, and not a cheap cunt being fucked on her own kitchen table infront of him, she responds that the days supply has been used up already. Then she breaks out in a plea to the milker to keep what he saw there that night a secret, her husband couldnt find out. Even though she was being raped, her husband would be furious, besides, she was no longer putting up any sort. My grandfather married when he was 15 years old – his wife was 13 years (In rural India, child marriages were common at that time). My grandfather’s marriage took place with a lot of dhoom-dhaam. He had not even seen the young girl. But he had a condition – she must have long hair and big boobs. His father agreed with a condition of his own and the girl was selected. After the marriage, he had to spend the wedding night at the home of the girl. In these rural families, it was a custom that the.