“I never done it afore,” he admitted. “Right who’s next?” She asked as she found a nice piece of fresh straw and laid there open legged with all her womanly charms displayed except her norks which remained firmly concealed under her buttoned shirt. “Harder!” Maria urged to spite me, “Fuck me harder!”
There was a splintering crash and the stocks post broke away from the deck we had fastened it to. Tommy was a fine lad, tall, muscular, shy, she knew he would run a mile rather than touch her with one and all looking on. “Oh well no harm done,” She declared, “She’ll bring I a bit extra in her pocket if her makes a go of whoring.”
I sighed, I still had not solved the conundrum of how to find a chaste maid to serve me, and now through sheer stupidity I had thrown away the chance to bed Maria.
