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confused.
    â€˜Let’s check round the back,’ Bunnie suggested. ‘Maybe we can find another way in.’
    Georgie thought about the landlord and was positively terrified at the thought of barging in on him, but she couldn’t think of another way to get her keys back, and it was a long walk home in the dark. So, with Bunnie in the lead they walked around the side of the building. They heard the sound of a door being slammed and silently tiptoed around the corner, peeking, and saw a small yard at the back of the pub, with stone steps leading down under ground level.
    â€˜They must lead to the cellar,’ Bunnie whispered, tentatively moving closer to get a better look.
    At the bottom of the steps was a plain blue door, the paint cracked and peeling. On the side wall was a window, and this one was not in darkness. A flickering light danced inside and muffled voices could be heard from the other side of the door. Bunnie dashed down the steps before Georgie could stop her.
    â€˜Come back you idiot,’ she hissed, ‘you’re going to get us caught!’
    But Bunnie paid no attention. She was staring through the window, her eyes wide and her mouth sagging. Without looking away she beckoned Georgie down, who hesitated only for a second before curiosity got the better of her. She hurried beside Bunnie and looked in the window. It was a cellar, with most of the floor space taken up by barrels and crates. The light inside came from candles placed around the basement, casting elongated shadows on the exposed brickwork.
    Georgie immediately saw what had caught Bunnie’s attention. In the middle of the room stood the landlord of the pub and in front of him, on her knees, was a woman Georgie had never seen before. She appeared to be in her late forties and wore nothing but a bathrobe, which had been pulled open to reveal the fullness of her naked bosom. Georgie couldn’t get a clear view of her face; she was leaning forward, both hands wrapped tightly around the landlord’s erect shaft, her head bobbing as she swallowed it.
    Georgie tore her eyes away to look at Bunnie, who was still staring avidly through the window, her expression unreadable.
    Turning back to the scene in the cellar she saw with further amazement that there were other people there too. Half hidden in the shadows they were not noticeable at first. Even though she could not see their faces she was ready to bet they were the men from the bar, and she saw they too were watching the debauched scene. Then a sudden flutter in her stomach caused her to blush and she stared harder, hoping Bunnie hadn’t noticed.
    The landlord, still fully dressed, had his hands on his hips, looking down at the woman kneeling in front of him. Next to her Georgie heard Bunnie’s breathing quicken. They should get out of there before they were seen. Georgie didn’t want to imagine what would happen if they were caught.
    The landlord began to thrust his hips and grasped handfuls of the woman’s hair as he pushed his engorged cock deeper into her mouth. It lasted only seconds before he threw his head back and let out a guttural roar that both girls could hear from the other side of the window. Viscous liquid dribbled down the woman’s chin as the landlord extracted his penis and zipped it back inside his trousers. The woman didn’t move or even attempt to cover herself up, but remained kneeling on the stone floor.
    â€˜What now?’ whispered Bunnie.
    A figure stepped out of the shadows, and Georgie was right; it was one of the men from the bar. He was a small, portly man with a large bulge visible in his dark corduroy trousers. His round face was blotchy and covered in a sweaty sheen, the excitement obvious on his features. He stopped in front of the woman, momentarily motionless.
    Georgie realised she’d been holding her breath. Something was stirring inside her, a slow burning in the pit of her stomach, a delicious