“Thank you” she breathed, starting to get up, but the woman gently pushed her back down again.“Just roll over now my dear” she said, stroking ...he girl’s cheek. “We may as well mark you while you’re here”. She beckoned to a young man in a leather jerkin who pulled on his gauntlets and went to the brazier. He took a white-hot cattle brand from the coals and the girl positioned herself with her legs either side of the bench, her fingers gripping the edge. To Katya, all the clanging and humming of. I was of course naked and he was still dressed. I quite liked that feeling, so made no great effort to strip him off, choosing instead to make us tea. He stripped out of his clothes eventually of course and I uncovered our cake. ‘Anniversary?’ he said. ‘It’s three months since we first made love here.’ I said. ‘Wow!’ he said, ‘now that is something worth celebrating,’ he pulled me closer and kissed me. ‘I’m so crazy about you Maggie,’ he said, ‘I can’t believe it’s only been three months since. She would wear shorts and t-shirts in the house. I got a chance to feel her smooth legs. We started hugging each other. Her boobs were big and soft and I enjoyed them getting pressed against my chest. Her nipples would stiffen and I could feel them poking against my chest.One day when my wife was away , Rita told me she was going for a bath. I told her to keep the bathroom door open. She laughed and to my surprise kept the door open. My eyes popped as I saw the water travelling down from her. It was as if she realized something, or had a great idea, or figured out the solution to a problem that had taunted her for ages. I noticed it, kept doing what I was doing, and forgot about it for a second or two. A series of events, however, led me to believe I had done something that I never thought I’d ever do to a hooker, but her dilated pupils, her short breaths and a squeezing, sucking motion on my dick surely looked, walked, and quacked like a duck called orgasm. I never stopped to ask,.