Hilda and her fete committee are the people to deal with it." You're right but I can see the Cunninghams being ostracised which may make them even mor... selfish-minded." More fool them!" And yet, they don't seem unpleasant people. They've always been friendly and polite when they come in here. They haven't been the life and soul of the party, I admit, but I think they're quite shy and the village always takes an age to accept newcomers. We were lucky because we run the pub." I still don't think. But vaguely. Still, whatever was happening to me must be divine punishment for some past transgression. At least that was what the good Father Rupert would say. Hah. For all the good that knowledge brought me. And so I continued.I was roused out of my reverie by one of the maids. I did not know her name, though I should. I was the "Viscount du Burgondie" and this was my home. But since I just "arrived" a short while ago, I did not. However, I did know what caught my eye and my attention.She was. However, as she looked at the chair next to her and saw the hairbrush, she realised that it would make an excellent implement to spank Dan with.Dan was conscious of Jackie having stopped spanking him, at least it seemed that way because the gap was much longer than between all of the spanks so far. However, he was shocked when he felt something much harder than her hand being tapped on his bottom. He squirmed around and was shocked when Jackie was looking down at him and holding out in front of. I began pondering her suggestion, and the more I thought about it the better I liked it. My imagination conjured up several scenarios with the four of us. I thought back to the night our sexual odyssey had begun, when I watched the two men who brought her home from a party fuck her. I had been surprised by my reaction; by how much the sight of her being pounded turned me on.Rick and Bruce and I hung out a lot. We smoked weed together when we could get it. We sometimes did sleepovers at each.