Well...

Hilda walks along the grass too embarrassed to stay on the actual path, incase someone sees her. She continues to mumble to herself as her hands alternate between her rock-hard nipples, her pudgy little belly, and her wet, wanting pussy.

"How could this happen to me?" Hilda moans, whimpering occasionally when her bare, tender feet step on a rock or sharp stick. "Helpless and n-naked!"

She squeezes her thighs together as she remembers all those things she did for Milly. "This is all her fault! Oooh! If mistress were here I... I'd..." Hilda blushes when she realizes what she just said.

"I... I need to get home!" Hilda shivers in humiliation (and pleasure), her knees knocking together as a whimper escapes her lips.