I walked behind the Inn, entered the privy and did my business. Lo and behold there was nothing in there to wipe my behind with. I removed my brigandi...e, took off my shirt and ripped it into strips to wipe with. I guess the seamstress will have to make me another shirt. Make note to self, next time I find dead bodies take the shirts for toilet paper. I entered the Inn and went to my room and went to sleep.In the morning for breakfast they served some type of gruel and hard toast. I drank some. "Oh, yes, yes, I would love to." I said as I leapt from the chair. Sarah was in control. Roger and I were mere puppets in her hands."Roger, you look uncomfortable with all those clothes on. Why don't you lose the pants?" Roger obeyed. His pants dropped to the floor allowing Sarah and myself to get a full view of his cock. He was longer that I first thought. He was larger than me, looked like 8" to my mere 6". This is what Sarah and I had discussed, finding someone on the larger side.The head. She then starts playing with them and comes over to the bed to ask if I want to touch them. I do want to and I do touch them – they feel big and heavy. She then asks if she can see mine and pulls back the duvet and touches them. My nipples are hard and she saying how lovely they are. Then she goes back to dancing and after a bit she turns her back and bends over so we can see her cunt. She starts playing with herself and gyrating to the music. She then takes her knickers off and taunts us by. The hostess usually sticks around, keeping us supplied with drinks and goodies, but hiding in the bedroom the rest of the time. And we make it a point to remind each other that the host is supposed to share cleanup responsibilities with his wife. It all works out pretty well.None of us are really serious gamblers. We're there for the fellowship, not for the money. On a given evening we can figure that we're not likely to win or lose more than five or ten dollars. So we start the night out.