I did note, by the way, that almost every woman wore female shoes. All in all, I was the only one there wearing men's shoes and I would have traded t...ose for the world. As I stomped around in my uncomfortable costume, each and every man hit on me. I would have liked to humiliate them a bit about their costumes, but Mistress ordered me to "be demure." It positively disgusted me to see several of their penises sticking up underneath their skirts as they spoke to me. The other women seemed to. ‘But how else could I have been saved Sir Knight?’ At this he lowered his eyes to meet hers. As she held his gaze his eyes filled her vision. She felt herself pierced by blueness, like a summer sky. Her words became large in her mouth and had trouble escaping. ‘I…am……..not, angry kind Sir. I just need to repair the ravages in that stream.’ Quicker, more confident, she added. ‘Whilst I do so you may think of what reward you would claim from me.’ Suddenly inspired she added, ‘I do not feel. His loins were pressed against her, and she could feel his cock pressing against her belly. He stared long and hard at her nude chest and she wondered how they compared to Mary’s in his eyes. He was obviously aroused, but he looked a little less certain, a little less intent. Not one to pass up an opportunity, she reached for the tent formed in his breeches. Her fingers curled over the jutting area of his cock. He groaned and his eyes lifted to her mouth. Mary, had been virginal when she first. Her husband was extremely tall as well. He towered over his wife by at least three inches and had warm brown eyes and a friendly smile that could make anyone feel like a friend immediately. Clint’s brother was the same height as Clint, but where Clint was dark in coloring his brother was light. He was a flirt and it was obvious. He winked at Katherine as he kissed the top of her hand, ‘I’m Steven, Clint’s older brother. This is my wife, Amy.’ Katherine smiled at Amy, who pulled her into a hug..