Kick the father out

You look over the cut farmboy, Corin, and to his gray-haired father Tarwen. The dirty old farmer might just want a thrill from watching you and his son, but you're not about to have him in here watching every move.

"I think Corin and I need some privacy," you say, placing a hand on the farm boy's shoulder. "Please, step outside."

The farmer frowns, but gets up from the chair and starts towards the door. At the last moment he stops and turns around to face you.

"If he isn't wholly satisfied I am going to demand you try again," Tarwen says.

"I promise to show him everything," you smile and see him out the door.

You close and lock the door, then turn to the nervous young man. You slip your hands around his waist and hug him tightly, letting him feel your breasts overflowing your corset against his chest. You stroke the back of his head and whisper in his ear.

"What would you like to try first, Corin?"