Chapter 18: Wow! An acting Part at Last!

The men had brought chairs and placed them in a big circle and bedding, cushions and pillows had been thrown into the circle. Leo walked into the circle to a little ripple of applause and he grinned from ear to ear. His “costume” was the biggest man’s shirt they could find – brand new and gleaming white but cut with scissors to make it look old and battered. They had also bought jeans, removed below the knees and shredded the ends.

Leo had tied the ends of the shirt at the waist and looked the most immaculate field hand ever. I had asked him why he was doing this and he grinned at me happily. “I would f*** you any time, anywhere, anyhow.” I chided him on his language but he was happy with his lot.

I walked into the circle to a chorus of clapping and calls and I did a quick bob.

Leo got straight on with the plot “What are you doing here, Girl?.” He growled.

I resisted the temptation to put on a little girl voice and played it straight. “I am on my home I’m not doing anything.” I had thought this silly script was a waste of time as the men had little knowledge of English but I heard “Young Guy” translate.

Leo grabbed my arm “This is my place and you will have to pay for coming in here!”

I pulled but I knew I really had no chance of releasing my arm unless Leo let go.”I can’t pay you as I haven’t any money.!” Derisive hoots from the assembled audience as my words were translated.

Leo pulled me close and said “Who said anything about money, Girl?” There were what sounded like cheers from the men.

He grabs the neckline of the gym-slip and it parts like tissue paper but with a satisfying sound of ripping cloth. Leo is well into this and spins me around to face outwards and turns slowly; his hands massaging my breasts through the blouse and bra. He then shreds the blouse leaving only the arms in place. I struggle helplessly in his grip whimpering “No! No! Please let me go!” while stifling the urge to laugh. His thumb hooks into the centre of the bra between my breasts and a tug leaves the cups hanging down leaving my breasts exposed. The audible intake of breath from the audience tells me that they have bought into our little drama. I suddenly realise that Leo is also really living the part when my feet leave the ground and, hands gripping my sides, he is lifting me effortlessly, mouth busy on my neck, shoulders and breasts as the tattered remains of my blouse and bra fall to the floor.

He sucked on my nipple and my head went back; my eyes closed and my toes curled happily. He turned me to face away from him as he lowered me me gently to my feet and his huge hand momentarily brushed my sex as his fingers locked on my panties and pulled them from me as if they were wet tissue paper. I don’t think any instruction was given to Leo but my tummy clenched a split second before he repeated something he had done in the cottage. He picked me up again and turned me upside down and my legs fell naturally over his shoulders as his mouth explored my pussy and anus – plunging his tongue deep inside. Through the blood rushing through my brain, I did hear “Young Guy” giving an instruction although the tongue weaving its mischief meant I comprehended little.