"Looks like your friend is busy," he whispered against my neck. He turned me around and yanked me closer still. I gasped as I felt his arousal, "Must ...et busy yourself."As an answer, I pushed my pelvis against his hardness. His eyes widened and he gripped my ass. His hands kneaded my ass though me 'barely-there' dress and he rubbed his hardness against me. I moaned, head falling back, fingers digging on his biceps. I wasn't paying attention to the music now. Still rubbing, he leaned in and gave. When I woke up Betty was on top of me."Martha's eyes twinkled as she smiled. "I'm not surprised. Betty loved taking care of you as much as I did." Her brow furrowed a little. "Please hurry up Daddy. I need to take care of you again. I can't wait to see your eyes this time. I've dreamed of looking into your eyes while I..."Now she blushed, and her eyes darted to his ear, but then came back immediately."While I feel you spurting inside me Daddy."That galvanized him, and it seemed like only a few. I took the bar of soap back from her, and instead of rubbing it into my hands, I rubbed it all over her pert ass. Then I worked the soap in with my hands, kneading and massaging the skin until it was perfectly clean, and flushed red.I did the same thing with the backs of her legs, and then worked soap around to the front of them. My face was pressed up against her butt, so I took the opportunity to give it a small love bite. She squawked and spun around, placing her pussy right in my face. Her. “A delicate matter she informs me, my lord.” he explained.“Well give her a guinea and send her hence,” I suggested.He went away and shortly there was a cry from without, a sound of a slap and directly my door flew open.“How dare you!” a rather un holy Nun exclaimed, “A guinea indeed!”I looked at her, she was rather comely, do you know, “Ah Bunty Barnsworth sent you,” I declared as I recognised her for a whore from the local tavern, “He always gets my birthday wrong.”“Who in the Lord’s name is.