The view was gorgeous and the dry heat only barely drew sweat in the shade of the two rustling oaks she was strung between. Her wrists were tethered t... low branches overhead as she knelt in the prickly grass, her ankles tied to stakes and set apart enough to leave her tendr'st parts exposed. Kneeling naked in a forest by yourself, she began thinking, isn't as exciting as it is just stupid.Her loneliness dissipated to the rustling sound of approaching steps through the grass behind her. She. I actually gasped out loud as her small dark nipples came into view. When the dress slid over her waist she was left naked accept for small black panties. She turned and walked away from the window exposing her ass clad only in really skimpy panties. Her cheeks wobbled slightly as she walked away before bending over showing her ass in doggy style position and little boobs hanging. I was praying for her to take off the panties so I could see what haircut she was rocking but sadly her husband. “Now help me up.”I didn’t, but she struggled up anyway, reaching with her free hand to pull on my elbow. Once moving she kept going, letting go of my prick and throwing a leg over me, moving to sit on my thighs as she rolled me onto my back. Her belly pressed against my cock and she shook her hair back, reaching to pull it behind her head as she looked down. Her breasts pulled apart, the nipples looking a little like google eyes.“I can’t see,” she complained. Her hand reached and found my prick. There were long wood handles attached to the beer spigots, and Whitbread and Guinness Stout were advertised as being served.There were groups of small, roughly hewn tables and matching chairs scattered haphazardly around the room. A pert waitress passed among the customers with a brass tray of beer glasses and other drinks. She was dressed in 18th Century fashion, except with an extremely short skirt, and she made sharp and slightly suggestive remarks to anybody who spoke to her. A couple of.