It's the day after my eighteenth birthday, Silas is working on the loom. I hate it when this happens, he never so much as looks at me. But I was horny, and when I'm horny I make daddy do what I want. Slowly I sidestep over to the loom, bending over I choose a long, firm strip of linen from the off cuts below his loom. I then sidle over to the back of the loom where I tie the strip tight around the leg, then I bind my left hand. White my right I begin to rub myself through my panties. Silas looks at me as I moan silently.
"Don't be quiet" he says. He gets down from the loom and starts to stroke my hair;
"Oh what a beautiful puss you are"
He takes his wrinkled but strong hands and caresses my breasts, making his way down to my already wet panties. He slowly slides them down my legs revealing my tight pussy. (Why did you make me do this Chloe, Lewis and everyone else I hate you) he licks his lips, and begins to kiss my inner thighs working up to my pussy, he puts his tung in and makes me scream in pleasure.
"OSTRACIZE ME DADDY!" I moan has he begins to get his hard erect cock from his trousers.
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Tied To The Loom: A Silas Marner Fanfic
Chick-Lit19th century life, community, children, morality, religion, isolation
