It definitely was not the Puritan thing to do! Joe struggled into his clothes—the gash on his back was much more painful this morning, probably a go...d sign that it was healing quickly and properly.He stumbled into the downstairs main room and sat at one of the tables when waved there my Master John. Mistress Esther brought out a slab of cheese on a trencher of bread and some sort of gravy. Of course, a mug of the local beer was included for him to drink. Joe could see that Master John was. . should I continue?" Certainly my dear." As I pulled out my cock and started to slowly jerk myself to complete erectness listening to this vixen tell her story. That's when I got a good idea to tell Tawny that she should describe what she looks like so I could get a better image of her."Tawny, could you please describe to our callers what you look like?" Sure, I am a 17 year old white female with shoulder length Black hair and Black eyes. I have an olive complexion so it looks like I tan year. She just smiled as she passed by like it was nothing.I kept moving down the hall, saying hi when I could, and just when I was about to enter the showers, the door popped open and a topless girl in nothing but panties surprised me to exit. At least I hoped it was girl. She virtually had nothing up top; she was so flat-chested, she could hold them up with a piece of tape! But she was definitely female because I confirmed the outline of her slit through her panties.After seeing these sights, I did. Don’t they know there are insatiable women like this fine specimen, whose name I don’t know and who doesn’t feel the need to know mine? Women who will present themselves to be relentlessly fucked by a room full of strangers? Okay, this isn’t the place to find a girlfriend, perhaps. But then how many of those guys in bars are looking for girlfriends? How many of the girls in bars are looking for boyfriends? I like the raw honesty of this place. I grip her right ankle as I thrust. Then I tweak.