Friday night rolled around and this little slut needed some good fucking, hard fucking, I just wanted cock. To me there was no harm in just getting it...then forgetting it. An hour of anonymous fun, on my knees in front of a glory hole or backed up to one getting my cunt reamed good and long. Maybe 2 hours. I was in need of a cock fix and knew just where to get it. I did my normal preparation then made myself look good enough that there wouldn’t be any question of what I wanted. I dressed for. . I'm not good at judging ages but would guess she was about 40... because she had a ready smile, good legs and what appeared to be a very full bosom. She led me up the stairs to the room at the end of the hall.Inside was a bed pushed against the side wall and a big brass bathtub sitting in the open space. The woman said, "Get comfortable and get your clothes off while I get the water."She went just outside the door where I'd seen a stove with a couple of five-gallon cans of water were heating.. If I listen carefully, I can literally hear him breathing in his sleep. Even the sound of his breathing is enough to make my fingers dive into my wet pussy. I often don’t even wear underwear, hoping that he would just lift up my skirt and ram his dick in to my pussy. All this lust, all these emotions for him driving me crazy. I can’t go on like this. What should I do?’ I poured out my chest to my friend.‘Look babe. I don’t have any experience in this area. But let me tell you this from general. You’ll need some Gin and Tonic for the little lady, Hugo will bring that by as well.’ ‘How much do I owe you for this, Bert?’ Bert gave me a knowing wink. ‘My contribution to the parish, Vicar, in gratitude for services rendered.’ He laughed at my discomfort and slapped me on the back. ‘You’re all right in my book, Vic, you’re all right. If ever you need a favor, just say the word.’ ‘Th–thanks Bert. I’ll remember that.’ ‘Do, lad. I owe you for keeping my home peaceful,’ he said as he bolted out.