And it had come faster than seemed possible. The man knew my conditions: no communication whatsoever with the woman. None!We were early, well, we had ...had to travel a hundred miles to get here. We had seats in the mainGallery, on the far right side. We were gabbing about nothing much when I felt a tap on my shoulder.“Ronald!” I said.“Hi Dad,” he said. “I’m supposed to invite you to move over to where the family is sitting. Dad has saved seats for you guys.”“Is your mom over there?” I said.“Well. That ten mins, when I was waiting was the longest ten minutes, I had ever waited. When she opened the door, I just sprang again on her. She stopped and said we have the whole day for us, don’t be in a hurry. Then, she asked me to kiss and while kissing, she moved my hand to her breast. We kissed for about 15 mins. Slowly, we both became completely naked while kissing. And she asked me to finger her. This is the first fingering. Then, she initiated for the 69 but I was fixed at kissing. She. All I needed was a law suit from the parents for a pregnant daughter. So I ‘not so discreetly’ cleared my throat. There followed the scramble to pull down bras and shirts, and button jeans. They weren’t actually having sex, but they were close. I was a teenager once myself so I understood where they were coming from. But on the other hand, I guess I was going to play the part of her father. I gave the boy a really hard look and said, ‘Get boy!’ I almost laughed as he ran for the door, bent. With a last fond look over his stall door, she left the Milking Room. * * *Much later that night, the Scullery Maid stood again at the door to Thor's stall, her face a blackened mess of tear-stained makeup, misery and a fresh, red swelling around her eye, soon to be a deep blue bruise.She slowly unlatched the stall door, murmuring "Oh Thor, oh you good boy" as she listened to his deep breathing. She sobbed quietly and rested her head against the cool, dark.