Sex Education of Master Tom
Posted by admin under Horny Women on Thursday Apr 22, 2010I peered out of the carriage as it rumbled its way along the rough stone road.
‘This is the beginning of Lord Harestone’s land Miss. It’ll be another five minutes till we reach the Manor.’
Exhausted though I was by this interminable journey, I studied the land. It was bleak with lumpy hills reminiscent of an old hag’s face with the odd tuft of sedge grass. The hillocks were cropped by sheep who stared as we rattled past, then went back to pulling at what nourishment the impoverished earth afforded them. Heavy drips of rainwater spilled off the sheep’s grey wool, and off the edges of the carriage window, splashing on to my cloak. Hunger, the aching cold in my bones and hours of journeying all sapped my strength.