A particularly bold drunkard had reached up her dress. His hand was already on her thigh before she jumped away and "accidentally" poured a beer on hi.... She hated working at the inn, but that wasn't the reason for her frustration. Her lover, the inn's cook, had been away for nearly a month, shopping for spices in the city. It had been a long, lonely time apart. She always found herself aroused when he was away, but the last few weeks had been particularly bad. He had finally returned home late. A method that I will certainly enjoy and you will most definitely take pleasure in…for a while anyway. My fondling may feel wonderful to you now, but soon you will be begging me to allow you to cum. If you tell me what I want to know, Mr. Long, I assure you I will not only allow you to cum, but I will make you think you are in heaven with the things I can do to you. Oh, but if you do not tell me EVERYTHING…this wonderful feeling you are experiencing right now will begin to feel like torture as. She must be my age or a little older and showing a band of gold. Her long hair has cascaded around her head. She has broad swimmers shoulders, her small boobs almost disappear as she lies on her back. Her nipples are non-existent, except for the colour, in their relaxed state. Flat abs leads to her hairy pussy; also blonde. The leg nearest to me is out stretched, the other was probably bent at the knee and has been allowed to fall open as she relaxes. She seems asleep. Her clothes are in a tidy. We didn't go out like this very often and Thomas rarely had more than one or two drinks when we did. Perry seemed to be handling it better than his friend and that was making me nervous."Go ahead," Thomas smiled at me, giving me a gentle push. "He'll never stop if you don't give him what he wants." But..." I frowned and Perry was already standing up, reaching for my hand."There we go." Perry smiled at his best friend. "I'll bring her back, buddy. Don't worry." Ah," Thomas laughed and waved at.