The window to make their escape from the barn had been small and by the time Tom drew the wagon up to the front of their house the sun was already starting to rise. On the wooden flat bed behind him Emma and Peter hid, naked, under a large blanket as each shudder of the wheels helped push Peter deeper into his Mistress. They had gently screwed throughout the journey home, the odd whispered moan or quiet groan entertaining Emma’s husband as he guided the horse on its homeward journey.

The horse trotted along the dark track as fast as Tom was prepared to risk. Beside him, the small lamp swung side to side with every bump in the surface as it struggled to illuminate the road ahead. In truth, the light was not enough for the speed of the journey and Tom feared that […]