The sailor stepped out of the shadows, having hidden deep in the corner of the stable and the next door building.  "Oi," he called out softly to Brea, "I've coin an a need.  I'm glad to see ya were serious about  yer offer."<br/><br/>The sailor closed the distance between himself and Brea and pulled her close to him, into the darkness granted by the wall of the small stable.  With his other hand he fumbled for the laces on his trousers, which hadn't been done up that well to begin with.  The man pulled Brea close to him, and pulled her in for a kiss.  His breath smelled of meat and ale, his skin of the salty smell of a hard working man.  But Brea also heard the sound of several coins jingling in his purse.  The small pouch tied to his belt bulged slightly, and he obviously had the coin to pay Brea for the services he wanted.  He took a moment to kiss her roughly then pushed her back and opened his trousers, pulling his hardening cock out.  "Ye can start by suckin on me joint, an if you do a good enough job, I'll let you pick the hole I plow you in."