The Southern Whore 4

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 Southern Whore 2

The sun shone through the light netting of the window, filling the second largest bedroom in the house with warmth. It was strong enough that Tom eventually found that he was unable to stay asleep a moment longer. Rising from the bed, he pulled up the trousers he had put out the night before and […]