"How far to where your going"

You ask how far to their destination.

"Not more then two days walk, we'll hit the baggage train when we reach the highway, we'll need a few more to make it to the front an marshal with the rest of the army, but you can start your business by then" he laughs loudly and the other men join him.

"Here lass have a swig" he passes you a wooden tankard and pushes it roughly into your hands. You feel obligated to accept his hospitality. It burns as you down it **** is a luxury where you from so you both have no resistance and no idea how strong the stuff is. You splutter as you finish your swig and more laughter ensues, feeling minor shame you decide to finish the rest quickly and without the same results. As you finish and slam the tankard down you get cheers instead and you feel warmth in your cheeks and a bit of pride.

The night goes on and the men tell foul jokes and talk about the women they've fucked, you just try to hold your self up and giggle a bit at the crude goings on.

You tumble on the way to get some more to drink and land in the lap of the large guy who beckoned you to sit.

"I think you might be done with that lass, maybe you might want to ply your trade a little earlier then expected" his hands start to grope you the rips from the branches give him a lot of access one hand finds a breast and the moves down past your navel and then stops right above your clit.