.my shoulder against His bicep. Of course He could now slide between my legs and finger me. His fingers were inside me when the waiter came for the dr...nk order. He ordered whisky for himself and ordered for me by saying to the waiter, “My bimbo will have a vodka martini – dirty”. i couldn’t believe he referred to me like that to someone else, but just lowered my eyes as the waiter smirked and stared at my tits.He ordered expensive champagne (we ended up drinking 2 bottles!) along with our. The women of Owldale were frugal with their few coppers, and Isaac would throw up his great arms and appeal out loud to his God to spare him from the poverty that would strike down his wife and children at the hands of these witches, and bemoan the time and trouble he’d taken to come to this ungrateful dale, and swear never to return. Then he would drain one of the pots of ale brought to him by a relay of worshipping small boys and return to his chaffing and haggling refreshed, his great black. She patted my cheek and told me to give her panties back.Then she told me to lie down on the bench. She stood up and I lied down. I was looking up at her while she stood over me. Then she straddled my face. OMG! I was looking right up at her pussy. Then she lowered herself onto my face and sat on me. Since we were on the weight bench, she essentially could clamp her thighs around my head and keep me exactly where she wanted me. I was totally smothered under her big butt and thick thighs. I mean. ”She was wearing a frilly pinny, a wisp of hair out of place and a smudge of flour where she had tried to push it back.“Good morning Roger. Rosina, would you make some coffee please.”Rosina said ‘yes miss’ and busied herself doing that.“Well, now Roger,” she continued, “what have you been up to recently?”It was her sister, Miss Patience, who did the full dominatrix routine, but nevertheless Miss Constance had that presence that made you feel like a small boy.I explained some of the things I had.