"Thanks. Instead, go get a refill and take it to our seats. I will find you."As David left, Carla looked back at Margaret and said "You aren't throwin... that drink at anyone are you?" No. I won't waste good wine. Besides, I have better ways of making my points. Let's go see if we can find Jane." Margaret said.Finding Jane Carmichael was not too hard. Clustered with a dozen or so people she was holding court, providing advise on all manner of political actions that the board was interested in.. I shuddered as I looked at the girl up and down. She wore a tight pair of pants, and a sleaveless shirt. As she turned I saw the outline of her small breasts. I tried not to make it obvious that I was staring, and I stayed a bit behind them, and followed them, but my eyes seemed almost glued to the girl's small, tight ass that was held snuggly by her pants.She looked even younger than my daugher and a part of me said that I should be disgusted with myself. Still, disgusted or not, I had a hard. I was inspired by her wide-eyed appreciation of my rear-humping efforts with both women and I saw her fingers busy under her own night shift like some convent girl in desperate need.On the third night, I had a bit too much to drink and after happy sport with Hilda and Drusilla, I found them both in their cups and sound asleep when I was still searching for a nice tingle before I dozed off as well. I took Lady Elaine off of her chain and brought her up to the wide bed where she sat on her. Eagerly, Enewalt signalled her to come to his table and she approached reluctantly."New here, eh?" he asked. "Wot's yer name?" Nele," she answered in a low voice.There was nothing of the false cheerfulness of the other wenches on her. She hated being there, she hated waiting on Enewalt, and she hated herself Enewalt could feel."Where you hail from? Can't say I've ever seen you," Enewalt asked friendly.She was not ugly and he wanted to bed her even if she hated it. Or because of that."I'm from.