” She smiled broadly,”thats ok Mark, you needed a little rest before we get busy with that cock of yours. I am wanting you pretty bad right now....” I gently moved over for a soft kiss and I could feel the heat of her passion. I softly moved my hand down to her pussy, it was warm and wet, she shuddered a little as I rubbed her clit. She smiled.I looked into her eyes and softly whispered,”can I tasted your pussy?” Without a word she shook her head yes and I complied. She tasted good, sweet. I was used to seeing her dressed as she was so didn't think too much of it. She also introduced herself and we stood there for a few minutes chatting about the area and our background. With the sun beaming down on us it did little to hide the wonderful view of my wife. Her pink nipples and small b**sts were clearly visible through the slip along with a small triangular patch of pussy hair clearly visible too.After a few minutes we moved back to our chairs to resume our breakfast. My wife turned. "That's good. You brought an extra load today. We can use it. How much this time?" Forty-two sacks, Master; four bushels each." That's - wait - one-hundred and sixty-eight bushels. Take away the one-hundred and twenty you owe the Baron, and that's still thirty-eight bushels, right?" Forty-eight, by my reckoning, Master," Bente smiled."Forty ... Of course, where's my head? Twenty-four groschen, right?"Bente smiled and nodded. The master smith counted off twenty-four groschen and Bente gave one. They know that pussy play feels good, but that is just the beginning. They need to be shown that there are other things, other ways, to have sensual pleasure. Things that they never thought of before. "He sucked my asshole! Can you believe that? He sucked my butt and made me shit!! That fucking pervert made me take a shit. I have never shit on myself. That's disgusting. I would never have done that without his outrageous behaviour. Sucking my dirty asshole. What is that? I shit out of that.