I pushed him away slightly, seeing him look up into my eyes as the kiss was broken. I stared at him, seeing his clothing sticking to the lines of his ...ody, showing off the bulge in his trousers. I pulled him back towards me, moving my hands down to his jeans and undoing the button, before unzipping him. I reached into his drenched jeans pulling out his hard shaft. Tom continued to watch my face, his eyes soon moved down as he saw me hitching my skirt up. He opened his mouth to say something to. .she warned me that i shouldnt be in position like this the next time....i rushed away feeling shamed and stupid...that evening instead of the servant, the village heads daughter came to give me food at my room...She sat near my bench and talked to me ...she told me her name was Asha and that she was married and was pregant with her first c***d...she was in the end of her first trimestor and she would remain with her parents until the baby was born and a few months old...she asked about me and. The Captain looked at his pocket watch, suddenly realising how much time had passed. It was definitely time to start getting ready. Peter Fields was a most particular man when it came to punctuality, probably because that was the only area in which he could be considered remotely trustworthy. With a sigh, he rose from his chair and plodded back inside to get dressed. Finally dressed in a dashing suit after ‘just one more’ glass of Scotch, the Captain was only just on time for the carriage Peter. I could feel the hard muscles under his shirt. He smelled so good. The more our tongues danced, the more demanding he became. He slid a hand under my t-shirt and kneaded my flesh. He groaned and his hand moved up to my swollen breast, kneading it. I whimpered into his mouth and he broke the kiss. I felt lost without his on mine and he pulled my shirt up to see what he was holding. He leaned down and tongued my breast, pulling it out and sucked the nipple into his mouth. My head fell back and I.