I stood waiting for my orders.“Put the garter and stockings on first.” Chills ran through my body as he hands them to me and I step back in, again...he doesn’t, nor did I close the curtain.This time there was something different about how he watched me. It was more intense, there was lust in his eyes. I was a little confused until I notice the bulge in his pants. I have him my brain screamed, I did turn him on! My lord, I’m so wet it’s now running down my legs. He has to see this!?! I’m just. Well I guess that I am not very cultured," I saidwith a smile while sitting and following their suite of placing the whitelinen napkin in my lap.Mrs. Gloria gave me a broad and friendly smile, "You are forgiven Samuel,and I give you credit for reacting to correct your fault and for freelyadmitting your ignorance."At the reference to my ignorance I looked down in shame, there was no waythat she would let me associate with her daughter in any way if I wasignorant, I felt as if this entire. Being experienced at reading womans body language I got up on the bed beside her and held her in my arms. Marcy did not even want me rubbing her breasts at this time. After several minutes the sobbing finally stopped and we just layed there for several more minutes before she finally spoke or moved. Marcy turned her head toward mine and kissed me hard with tongue probing and body crunching heat. My cock took the hint and came to life again and was pressing on the outside of marcies pussy.. She wore a very worn cloth around her hips as some of the women of the village did but was otherwise naked but for the short habit veil and cross around her neck. As she resumed her position on her hands and knees, her very sagging breasts flopped and swung beneath her. My pert and young body was a reminder of what was once for all of them but not now, embarrassingly so. Women of the villages also showed the wearing effects of the hard life that existed here. It was more telling for me of what.