Cindy Rella/The Old Soldiers with Buttons
In the front entrance of the castle, you both sit down and swap your slippers for boots. "Dick's gonna have his work cut out tidying this lot up," Buttons says, looking around at the overgrown jungle that used to be a garden. The once-grand entrance is now a narrow path and the wrought iron gates at the front sag on their hinges.
As you set off down the dusty main street (there are no pavements) a couple of women gossiping at their front gate call out a greeting. "Old soldiers day is it," one of them says. "I don't know what the Baron's thinking of, making you go down there every month," the other one says, cackling with laughter. Buttons turns and gives them a finger which makes them cackle even more.
The old soldiers live in a building that used to be three cottages. The Baron set it up years before to stop them begging on the street. The upstairs is divided into small bedrooms and it originally accommodated up to twenty men, but there are only eight left now. In spite of the dust and grime on the outside, the inside is immaculate. The front door opens into a kind of reception area was probably once somebody's front room and you both sit down and take your boots off before going into the big room where all the men are waiting for you.
There are all sitting around the big dining table and you and Buttons climb up. Buttons is wearing shorts, but since you're not wearing anything under your skirt the men all crane forward for a better look. One of the men plays a tune on his penny whistle and you jig around in time to that for a while, then you get down on your knees and pull Button's shorts down to reveal her smooth little bum.
All of the men have got their cocks out and are gently wanking as they watch the performance. One of the men tries to get up on the table with you, but his comrades pull him back as you reach your finale with your two little pussies mashed together.
Three of the men have already cum and it only takes a blowjob to bring the next two to a climax. You guess that they have some sort of rota to decide who gets a fuck, but you end up with Old Bob, who only has one leg and one arm. He lays on the table with his stiff, knobbly old cock in his remaining hand and you climb on top and lower yourself down, relieved to have something stiff in your itchy cunt at last.
You look across at Buttons, who got Chalky White. She is face down across a chair and he's standing behind her sliding his long thin cock in and out of her arse.