Rosa was gazing out over the farm. She looked out over the vast fields and the pasture with horses and a few cattle. She was only barely exposed to ...he work and commitment required by this life but a smile and peace spread over her as she reached over to take Quintessa’s hand in hers. Quintessa had only to feel the hand on hers and see the look on her daughter’s face to understand.She stood up and faced Rosa, her hand gently applying tension to get her to rise. “I love waking up the way you. One hand runs down my back, over my spine, then rests on the curve of my bottom. You squeeze my backside, and I moan in pleasure; I can’t help it. “Shhh, slut – don’t forget where we are. I would hate to have to punish you so early on,” You say, still kneading my cheeks. Your other hand tangles into my hair, and You pull my head back, speaking right into my ear. “Are you horny, My little slut? I bet your pussy’ s dripping, isn’t it?” You briefly tighten Your grip on my hair. ” Eric smiled. He felt more at ease. “We... we just need more time thinking it through.” Leon reached across and gave him a friendly slap on the knee. “Take all the time you need, Eric,” Leon told him. “But I think Karen is ready.” Eric looked startled. “She’s more or less told me that she wants to.” Eric opened his mouth to speak, but Karen’s return interrupted him. “So are we ready to leave now?” Leon’s hands slapped down on his knees. “Well I’m ready to get my head down,” he told her.. One nipple had popped out, rosy and pink, enticing in its fullness to their lustful gaze.Their growls of wanton lust pounded in her ears as she had felt long dirty nails pinching at her tender nub. Squeezing it, pulling it so it extended from her body. Feeling it being gripped between nail, twisted as they laughed at her screams. Large hands had tossed her like a rag doll onto the low bench, sending tankards of warm ale spewing across the sawdust-covered floor. Plates of half eaten food.