Her boobs were pretty well developed for her age and she got plenty of looks as she walked around. I squealed again as I felt hands squeeze my ass. We both loved it since our parents starting taking us years ago. I couldn’t even see the rest of the festival through all the people. It got me thinking of the way they used to punish bad women in the old days and put them in the pillory in the middle of town and then people would taunt them and throw rotten vegetables at them. She had hickeys all over her boobs and neck. I tried to stay calm but then someone in the front of the crowd jumped over the ropes and approached me from the front. I tried to sit up slowly. He was very creative as I apparently was disrespectful to my Father and Cassidy teased a young slave. I heard her squeal, so I could only assume he did the same thing to her. It was a stock, or pillory as they called it in the old days. My legs were stunning that day if I must say beneath my short denim skirt.
