Jorella has her fun

Jorella takes Hunk's hand and leads him to the other side of the wagon, and away from Hilda's vengeful face and prying eyes.

Hunk is dying from embarrassment as he keeps his other hand one his rock-hard dick.

"This should be fine," says Jorella as she comes to a stop and lets go off Hunk. She pulls out a flat string and smiles. "I need you to stand still, and keep your hands at your side."

"What? Why?" Hunk sputters. He doesn't like the idea of having to obey this low-born merchant and let her see... everything, even if that's what he agreed to.

"I need to get your measurements," Jorella wolfishly smiles while trying to act innocent. "You want everything to fit, don't you?"

Hunk nods, too embarrassed to speak.

"Excellent," Jorella says as she walks up to the towering pile of man muscle.

She places her hands on his bare chest and presses the flimsy string to it while she pretends to measure things. Every so often she'll mumble a number or two, but this whole exercise really is just an excuse to grope him.

Jorella doesn't just touch his chest. She runs her hands all over everything, from his glistening pectorals to his bulging to his shredded abs. Jorella is cooing in pleasure while Hunk shudders in shame even as his body betrays him.

The molesting merchant looks up at Hunk. "Raise your arms over your head. I need to do some *mmmm* more measuring."

All this touching and feeling is getting Hunk hot and bothered despite his best efforts. His manhood is standing proud and his mind is clouding. He could easily say 'no' to this woman, but instead he simply and wordlessly obeys.

"Mmmmm, good boy," Jorella says she squats down in front of him, running her hands all over his buttocks, thighs and calves.

Her face is just inches away from his throbbing erection. Hunk can feel her hot breath on it and is about to protest, but lets out a needy moan instead when her hands cup his balls and gently squeeze his shaft.

"I better measure this too..." Jorella says as her face lights up and her own breathing starts getting louder. She gently starts to massage and stroke him. "I mean... we need to make sure the inseam is right..."