Just as suddenly as it started the flow stopped and the lid went back down.Greg had to deal with being used as a urinal a couple more times before he ...had to go himself. It flowed over his stomach and chest before going down the drain and into the tank below him.He must’ve fallen asleep as the next thing he heard was Craig shouting good morning to him. Another blast of very strong piss came through followed by the feeling of the box shaking as Craig sat down. There were a few farts followed by. After I came out I started wondering if a maid’s cleavage alone could create such an impact in me, the how it would be when I fondle with her. My mind became a devil’s workshop and always thought of seducing and fondle with her once at least. I was scared to make any move as it was a joint family and anyone is expected to interrupt any moment. I waited for a good opportunity to make my move. I used to stare at her whenever she passed by me. Days passed and literally my desire increased to touch. But I think I’ve found our target: a farmer two tables over laughs and smiles as he takes in the brothel. He is as common as they come. From here he seems friendly and happy.Florence emerges from her room. I catch her eye.“Is something wrong,” she asks?“No, I was wondering if Aubrielle and I might find clients.”She glances around the room. “What did you have in mind?”I stand close to her and whisper. She looks thoughtful. “Susan is doing well enough that I can supervise all three of you. Sure,. "Margaret sighed. "I'm sure," she said. "I can understand their feelings but my husband and I thought long and hard before we decided to act as we have. The last thing we wanted to do was to make enemies in the village." She gave a lop-sided grin. "We hoped, in time, to be accepted but I can see that that could be a faint hope the way things are going but we do have to think of the dogs."Jenny nodded. "They're all getting on very well together," she said."They usually will if left to.