Scenic paintings adorned the walls and sculptured busts of men and women unknown to me were scattered about on shelves and tables. A huge fireplace wa...l allowed a view into what was obviously a dining room on the other side, decorated in much the same wood finishing as far as I could tell.From behind the front desk, a very obese man dressed in a starched white shirt and black bowtie greeted the colonel and his entourage of us young boys. Obviously the proprietor had spent better days welcoming. She smiled wickedly. NOW I’ll finger my cunt! As soon as she had the sinful thought, she blushed and reached for her pussy with both hands. Again she parted her lips, this time drawing a deep breath as she spread her knees even wider. A pearl of wetness appeared at the base of her pussy. That’s my hole, she thought. My cunt. In the mirror she guided her shaking index finger down to the bead of moisture and drew it slowly up between her lips, groaning at the sight and feel. With. And so the game of croquet began. Bill and Joe went out on to the croquet lawn at Harder Hall and waited for the players. If they had any hopes of watching a joyous naked frolic, those hopes were soon dashed. The Whist Club ladies disrobed in the drawing room and came very slowly out on to the lawn. Hands shielding private parts; shoulders hunched; cross little faces.The blokes discovered that croquet is a pretty slow game. Especially when you have only one player at a time in any sort of. It was a win-win for both of us. He made some extra bucks and I didn't have to do any lifting. I thanked Henry for being there when I really needed some help. He told me that after working for two months he remembered why he retired.I remember Tammy asking me not to go to the club the days she worked. She didn't know if she could perform in front of me anymore. I was confused. She could perform in front of strangers but not me. That didn't make sense.Looking back I could now understand. She.