I took the cucumber from her hand and placed it beside my dick. I was bigger and longer too, all the way to the end, the cucumber tapered at the end.S...e looked at me, then back at my dick, she took the cucumber and put it back in her basket and turned to Mom.“Can I really let him fuck me? I’m about to cum right here.”“Pull your cart over close and stand next to me, I’ll watch your little girl for you.“Derek, come over here behind her and fuck her pussy raw. Shoot your hot cum in her pussy.”“He. Again, silence as he planned his next move. The anticipation was agonizing. I felt my pussy get moist as I waited for him to decide. Whatever he planned, I knew would be wonderful. Soon, I felt him climb onto the foot of the bed. I heard the buzz of my vibrator as he turned it on. I knew he could see how hot I was by the moisture on my pussy. I felt the tip of the vibrator as he rubbed it against my outer lips. A soft moan escaped my lips in anticipation of ecstasy to come. He moved the. 'Take your coat off and sit by the heater. I'll get you a towel and make some coffee.' She looked a little nervous and I didn't say anything. She came back with the towel and whisked into the kitchen. In a minute she reappeared.'The coffeepot's on. When it starts burping and bubbling can you turn it off, please? I'm going to dry my hair.' She shot into the bedroom and closed the door. I rubbed my hair and let the heater warm me up. The room was small and in a minute or two I could feel my face. Ariel kept the bar and Jules kept order. Another serving wench shuttled food and drink to the tables. We went through the common room as I thumped along on my canes. I went straight to the innkeeper."Might two poor entertainers sing and dance for a meal?" I whined."You've no instrument to play," Jules growled. His voice was a tenor, but had been damaged badly enough that it sounded raspy. I could see the marks of a slave collar still on his neck. "And how does a man on sticks dance?" The room.