I didn't see a whole lot of people so I decided to head down the other row of booths. About half way down the hall I hear "want me to help you get tha... thing off?". I looked behind me and it was silver haired guy, probably in his 50's, a bit on the heavier side bu not fat. He looked pretty clean so I nodded towards a booth and went in and he followed.Anytime I went into a booth with someone I always told them what I had on right from the start. Most were into it but I had a few guys tell me it. ...your doing great!" She hooked her fingers into the sides of her thong and slipped them down over her thighs until they lay in a pool at her feet. His eyes wide with delight as they feasted on her pussy sporting a clit piercing. A finger slowly raised and commenced stroking it, adoringly....his eyes unbelieving the message of pleasure it transponded to his brain. "Wow...your fucking, unbelievable. How the fuck will I be able to follow this....?" "Lick it....please.....for fuck sake....I so. The feeling washes over her when she is working. The feeling flushes her at the most inconvenient times; while shopping, talking to her mother, praying in church. Her mind goes back to that feeling, or better said, that feeling never leaves her. Another feeling follows that rush. That feeling is an inescapable need to please you. This started with Ashlynn a few days after we started fucking. By the end of the week, we were fucking for half the day. Meetings, dinner with friends, socializing no. I’d just finished when Mrs Danbury appeared at the door. “Ah, you are ready. Good. Breakfast in the servant’s hall next to the kitchen in five minutes.” With that she disappeared leaving me to find my way back to the stairs and down to the basement.When I got to the servant’s hall there were already three other maids there taking breakfast. Nobody seemed to be talking. A dumpy man in a mop cap and floor length dress and apron waved me to the table set a mug of tea down beside me and a bowl of.