I decided to take the easier, hopefully less messy option. She would do for the evening's entertainment. Was that a callous thought? It possibly is, b...t do I care at all? Not in the slightest.We passed through the cloister with its vaulted ceiling, through a heavy carved oak door into the coolness of my study. The garden is completely shrouded from the outside world, but the study offered an unlimited view through patio doors of a landscaped terraced rockery that lead eventually to the street.. No, it fucking didn't, I thought."No, it didn't," I said."So what happened?" he asked."We didn't see them arrive but when we returned from our walk that second day there were two big caravans parked," I said. "It was too late in the day to break camp and move on so we decided to stay one more night and then move on the next day." So what happened then?" he asked.I didn't want to say, I never do when it comes to this part."I didn't want to go," I said, "but Jenny said it would be bad manners to. She smiled. I smiled.She nodded. I nodded.While our eyes looked each into the other, we held hands on the table top. Her fingers twitched nervously in my loose grasp.In a moment when the crowd at the terminal eatery thinned, Barbi got up and moved from our shared booth to a chair at the counter. She picked a stool that was right in front of me, maybe ten feet away. The row of backless swivel seats was slightly higher than the booth I was in. Her body was displayed wondrously. I felt something. No slowing down or concern for her pleasure, I began to rock in and out at a pace comfortable for me.I looked down into her wide, starstruck eyes, and said, "Make yourself useful, slut, and talk dirty to me." I ordered. She looked as if she were about to say no, but instead, shouted,"Fuck me harder baby!! Use me, cum in me, tell me what a slut I am! Oh. . . .oh, God! I'm yours! You can do whatever the . . . . .oh FUCK! You can do whatever the fuck you want to. . . . oh! I'm gonna. . . ..