Problem number two: what was she going to say if some man saw that she didn't have a penis? She could claim that some Rebel or damyankee bullet, as ap...propriate, had caught her in the crotch and the surgeon had cut off her cock and balls to save her life. She had a thick bush, so it wasn't easy to see her pussy. That should be enough to satisfy most reasonable curiosity. She sure as hell wasn't going to let some stranger closely examine her crotch just to satisfy his curiosity!She got dressed. Nora would call me into her bedroom on the internal telephone, telling me she was ready. I would enter her bedroom carefully locking the door behind me. Nora was most insistent about having the door locked in case any of the house staff should walk in on us. She would be lying on the bed on her back with her legs spread wide. I would lift the flannel nightdress she wore so that I could undertake my task. Once my duty was completed, I would get up and, having pulled her nightdress back down. Meanwhile, Colin was finger fucking me with three fingers, and sucking my clit. Matt was lavishing his attention on my nipples. Again my juices started flowing and then the guys decided to play musical body parts again, this time Jason was working his magic on my pussy while Colin moved behind me.Suddenly Colin’s hand connected hard with my ass causing me to squeal in surprise, my juices flowing and covering Jason’s face. Then he smacked the other cheek as Matt pinched my nipple and bit the. I was completely lost by the time we'd left the motorway and then appeared to travel in ever decreasing circles along progressively narrower country lanes.'Ere I'm not daft; I watched the sun as we went. Our route, after we left the motorway was quite definitely circular and we went round more than once. Eventually John Carpenter appeared to be satisfied that we weren't being followed, and he pulled into a smallish country hotel. There, with little or no formality, I was led up to a room on the.