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you, Uncle Huw. Is everything OK?’
    He offered no answer, simply turning back and staring stonily at Leah. She could hear April’s steps on the stable floor and she prayed that she would continue and not obey any instruction to leave. She saw Huw’s eyes turn to the side in order to monitor the new arrival’s approach and his hand slipped off his erection and settled back on his outer thigh as if nothing was happening. Then April came into view, wordlessly for once as she tried to make sense of the scene. As far as Leah was concerned she was saved, since there was no way April could think with the captive on her knees that this was an innocent situation.
    The girl stood behind him. Just two steps forward would bring her to the point where she would catch sight of, no doubt to her lasting horror, his exposed erection. He stayed absolutely stock still and silent, no attempt made to conceal his huge prick. Leah was trying to convey with her eyes the danger that lurked in front of her but April seemed clueless. Just when Leah thought the girl would go, and that she would have to shout out after her for help, April stepped forward - not two paces, though, just one. She pressed against the man and put her arms around him, clasping his chest. Then her right hand slowly descended until it was on his belly, then on his thigh, and then finally the long fingers opened out and encircled the hot girth of his erection.
    Leah stared mesmerised, watching the prick being teased with measured strokes, her own slick spit enabling his skin to glide back and forth over the bulbous glans. April’s sneering face came into view, popping out to the side of his solid frame so that she could peer down and witness her own handiwork. The smell of Huw’s maleness was filling the stall and the naughty blonde briefly closed her eyes, breathed in his scent, and grinned her satisfaction. Her other hand slipped down his chest and gathered in his heavy balls, her hold tightening to a squeeze as she ordered Leah to spit upon him once more. Her pace barely slowed as the string of saliva oozed thickly from Leah’s lips and landed splat upon him.
    ‘Look at those lovely titties, Uncle Huw. Don’t you just want to spray your come all over them?’
    His breathing was heavier now and April’s eyes were glazing with lust as her hand pumped faster, up and down his length, all the way. It was the dirtiest thing Leah had ever witnessed but she was desperate for it to continue to the bitter end, so that her backside would be taken out of jeopardy. April seemed now almost possessed, her mouth open and salivating as her hand flashed up and down his rigid length. She cried out in gleeas he threw his head back and gasped and then sent great wads of thick seed out onto his victim’s chest. Leah too felt a rush in her sex as the hot mess spattered onto her bosom and mingled with the lacy fabric of her bra. April teased out every drop, the last shot hitting Leah on her bottom lip, and sticking to her chin.
    It was a filthy shock that sent the heat coursing through Leah’s veins, but having unloaded, Huw unceremoniously pushed his flagging prick back into his jeans and departed without further comment. To Leah, his going seemed to leave a void, one she felt herself almost dragged into, to have her impelled down the passage after him, despite the relief that she had escaped the threat to her rear end. But all attention was quickly transferred to April, still in the mood and apparently on heat, clutching and rubbing at her groin through the fabric of her leggings as if manically desperate to be sated. The girl dropped down to her knees in front of Leah and immediately set about hungrily licking the sticky deposit from her chest, gasping her appreciation at each taste. It was almost shockingly lascivious. With the tongue snaking all over the flesh of the half-exposed breasts, hands came around to grip Leah’s behind, hard enough to make her gasp and instinctively press