"Fancy some fun?" you ask. "Yes" I respond my brain working faster than I can think! "Play with your cock slut, entertain me, make it stiffer for me s...lut". As my cock stiffens and wanking becomes furious, you glance at me, "might use you later whore". My obvious turn on from the mud makes you laugh. "Now whore I want you to cum for me, spurt it out" you whisper. "OH god, I moan" not realising I'm loosing balance and lean into the mud, my cock and balls now covered. Pulling myself back looking. Most addressed the stern cook as "Bess" while Philippa called her "Mama." Philly, who was cutting thin slices of smoked ham, silently pointed to a large tea kettle and smiled her "good morning."Elizabeth had noticed that the servants in this elegant home spoke as little as possible, even when they were only with each other. Responses were always short, often monosyllables. Subtle nudges and raised elbows replaced orders and answers. Arched eyebrows, shrugged shoulders and crinkled lips had. She was pretty familiar with the structure of cocks. Her summer at music camp led to her playing more cock than flute with her pretty little lips. She had performed with gusto on all sizes and degrees of hardness but never had encountered a cock as big or as hard as Tyrone's.By the time they danced the last dance at the Spring Fling, it was very late. They headed back to the limousine, with the shy and very friendly Amanda burning to get Tyrone's cock buried inside her mouth. The driver. They would certainly do it, since it would save over 100 miles of travel on the TG where the rates were astronomical.In fact, the TG made so much more money when the H&T was not operating that the Rangers believed that the TG had something to do with the raids. That certainly would explain Harrington's connection to the scheme. They suspected that the plan was for Smedly to buy the H&T and sell it to the TG, making a nice profit from the deal. If the TG owned the H&T right-of-way, they could.