She would have rather drowned than surrender her virtue to the overseer yet a few hours later she would have willingly given herself to a stranger for...a warm bed and a bowl of soup and she didn't even know his name. A little after dawn, Mrs Hawclough brought Faith a maid's uniform and told her that the owner of the house was called Sir Horace and she would be paid ten shillings a week. Faith was no fool, she knew that a good wage for a scullery maid was five shillings a week. There would be. I lifted her amazing tits out of the nightie, my hands and mouth all over them, with one hand running down the inside of her legs, which opened with no question, but I avoided the pussy for now, I wanted to make her squirm. There were some clips in the room left over from decorating, which I clamped onto her nipples, her body raised up as they tightened on the nipples and the gag just about stifled the moan…no finger so carried on…I laid next to * so I could see her body laid out before me, and. I licked her tits hungrily, licking up my juices like a dog with a bowl of gravy, when I could taste no more juices I started to kiss and suck her boobs and she gently held my head and looked down to watch me sucking her. I felt around with my hands and found the mound of her snatch. I rubbed my hand between her legs against the fabric of her panties and realised she was also very wet. I grasped the front of her knickers and pulled them between her legs tightening the material against her lips. Gay men doing those twisted things to each other ... doing each other in the ass for gosh sake. And you say it turns you on? You, sitting right there up front, gawking at the action and getting spattered with all those nasty body fluids?" Yes! It's the sheer intensity of it. The pungent stench of anal sex and those grunts of pure, bestial lust. The heat radiating from iron-hard cocks and fire-rimmed buttholes. The smoke generated by the friction of hard flesh pounding into a violated sphincter..