Her legs parted further, allowing me easy access, and I ran my tongue up and down her pussy lips, taking in some of the sweet juices that were flowing... quite freely from her pussy. Her clit was visible and inflamed, as I licked over it. I inserted first one and then two fingers with ease as she was so wet, eventually getting three fingers into her pussy. I could have probably got all four fingers, but as her movements were getting more rapid, I concentrated on her clit, just sliding my fingers. Sometimes someone would come to the door and just listen, then move away. After waiting for days, Iona opened the door to step into what must befall her with no fear. The rowers did not look at her. They must be of lower status she concluded. They would have her last if she survived long enough. She soon discovered no recognition of her presence was to be found. She thought this odd. Then as she slept it occurred to her. Iona sat up in anger. “They think me not worthy of abuse.” She was. Meanwhile she had unbuttoned my shirt and was running her hands through the hair on my chest. Using our tongs to explore each other tonsils our passion was building to new heights.Reaching under her shirt my hands ventured up her velvety soft skin. Cupping her tits in the palm of my hands as I stimulated her nipples with my thumb and forefinger .In tern she had undone my pants and her hand had found it’s way it to my shorts. Cradling my balls in one hand while stroking me with the. She kissed me on my lips and I returned the kiss with fervor. Although I had a certain sense of urgency, she took her time and let the passion build. She had me naked on the bed and then began to kiss my neck and shoulders working her way to my naked bosom. I was so ecited that I began to work my finger into my cunt to ease the itch. The heat rose inside me. I could feel the wetness of her cunt on my thighs as she sat on me with her legs on either side straddling me. She put my nipples into her.