We were in the drawing room. The doors to the garden outside were open, providing us with a breath of air that brought with it the scent of late summe... flowers and the suggestion of the onset of Autumn.There were, I suppose two dozen guests, all of them couples. The twelve women had all passed through my classes over the preceding year. The Darrows were there as well as the James. Amelia Robins whose buttocks had endured so much pain until she came to accept her role; Diana Johnson who must. A couple of men would come and go, nothing doing, eventually someone would show an interest, through the hole he would stand longer at the urinal after his piss, glancing back to the cubicles, I sniffed- the universal language in cottages, "I'm here, and I'm interested" he glanced round again, taking a longer look this time, I sniffed again and he turned around waving his semi hard cock, the was a gap at the bottom of the door and I poked my foot out, always a gamble, not all men are into us. “Iguess I’d better go see if he’s still inside, you waithere and if I’m not back in 5 minutes… go home. AndI’ll see you there…I waited… she didn’t come back in five minutes. Idrove home, parking in front of the neighbor’s house sothat my drive looked empty, and went inside the house,all the time with visions of what must be going on backat the bar in my mind. I didn’t have long to wait.I was only home aobut 10 minutes when I saw. Her head was spinning with feelings of pleasure, desire and love as her body reacted by grinding on the ground. The fingers now parted her lips and he pushed his middle finger completely into her causing her to gasp and give a soft moan. Then he wiggled the finger and slipped another finger in. He now had the thumb and forefinger in her pussy while the middle finger was rubbing her clit. She moaned and wiggled her hips as he moved his fingers faster and harder.He looked up to be sure nobody.