T-Girl fairy tale 4

Patrice did not have a set place to take her pleasure from Jared. In truth there was no place in the house he was safe from her. Once or twice each morning she would seek him out in some secluded place in the mansion, slip up behind him, loosen his breeches and push them down around his ankles. Then with a familiarity born of repetitive practice she would unceremoniously slide her long thin cock in his arse. Patrice distained anything dirty, just as her mother did, so once he went outside to work he was safe from both of them.

Outside was Evelyn’s favorite spot. No particular place outside, just outside. Any place outside. She made love to him in the barn, behind the stone wall, down by the stream that runs through the pasture and anywhere else she happened to find him working. After the incident in the barn stall though there had been a distinct change in Evelyn’s attitude. One that was slowly causing her mother and sister to wonder if something was up between her and Jared. Evelyn was not treating Jared like some beast of burden like they were and one time when Patrice slapped him for spilling soup on her dress Evelyn yelled at her to stop it and said it was only an accident.