Some of the men were nice and polite and some were the randy sods who pushed up against you as you danced and tried for a crafty arse feel as we dance....When the slow dances happened I could feel their hard cocks being pushed into my leg and arms, a couple of times they somehow got their hard cocks rubbing against my pussy mound, well me being still newly married I maybe egged some of them on a bit, one older man around 50 about my father’s age I say, I was a sweet 22 year old felt him it sort. He sank himself a little further into my mouth with each gentle thrust til I could feel it almost touch the back of my throat. I was panicking now that I would not be able to breath, i think he could tell that I was afraid because he started pinching both of my nipples gently making me feel something else other than panic.He slid in and out of my mouth a few more times before he pulled out completely leaving me to normalise my breathing.He kneeled down to my level, kissing my forehead he said. "She got in her car and drove the 10 minutes to her quaint farm stylehouse with the front porch. She had cleaned it just a couple of daysbefore.The movers backed the truck to the house and got out and already about 3-4 men came in town that is called loafers or laborers to help move thefurnishings inside the house.She stood inside the house guiding where the furniture and other thingsgo until they got to her personal belongings like cooking utensils andplates and flatware.There were also her. As she left the room she put on a dressing gown and sat back down. I think Steve knew what she wanted and said he wanted to have a lay down so he went off to the room she provided. She asked me to make myself comfortable and said why not take my clothes off.So I went to the room where Steve had gone and kicked off my boots and stripped off, except my knickers, as I did Steve was rubbing his cock thru his jeans. I walked back in and I could see Bridget’s eyes clocking my body, she lit.