Do you want some?” I nodded my head. After a couple of minutes, during which not a single word was whispered, the kettle whistled and she turned to ...ake the coffee. She handed me the drink, then curled herself in the armchair. I leaned back, nursing my own hot cup. “Can I know what you are thinking?” I asked as I blew on the drink, taking a hesitant sip. She started to shake her head and then paused, her eyes lighting up. In the background, the radio DJ announced a new song. “Can I ask you. A black vinyl dog collar was on her throat, from which a black vinyl leash descended to Jennifer’s hands. Jennifer handed the leash to Jensen.“Another drink, Mr. Jensen?” asked Jennifer.Jensen tried to speak but could only croak dryly. He shook his head slightly and wet his lips. “Yes. But make that two.” He motioned for Debby to sit on the next bar stool.Jennifer was a bit surprised but reached over the small bar and retrieved a second shot glass. She poured two shots and slid them to the. ”“No, Tim, don’t stop, keep going it feels so wonderful,” Abbie pants in reply as she rolls some to be on her side so Tim can see her ‘big clit’ needing attention also.Tim moves his other hand to begin pumping Abbie, firmly holding the shaft and moving up and down. It is how he likes to be wanked and can see that at this moment it is what Abbie want’s too.They go on this way, Tim lying on his side behind Abbie, fingers up dancing in her ass, and others squeezing and jerking her member. Abbie. They followed the man as the wooden wheel rattled over the cobble stones and the peg leg thumped on them with every second step. Elizabeth fished for a shilling in her purse thinking that it must be hard for the man to earn his living.Arriving in front of the inn, the porter stopped and doffed his hat to a gentleman who just emerged from the entrance."Good day, sir, Colonel. Mighty fine day, sir!" Yes, it is, Jenkins. Can you..."Father and daughter stared at each other. Elizabeth was the first.