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Unworthy thoughts raced through my mind, my member slowly uncurled from his slumber. “Unhand me you brute!” she protested. “Only when you calm yourself,” I countered, “Are you sure Geoffrey ravished you, or was it yourself who ravished he?” “He ravished japanese me, how many more times must I relay this unhappy tale?” she protested. “So why has it taken what, nine days japan to report this?” I queried. “We knew not where to find you,” the mother said awkwardly. She was a sad downtrodden grey woman in a grey shawl, aged beyond her years sadly. “So did you undertake research and find poor Geoffrey was the most eligable suitor?” I queried, “Or did you make a list of possible suitors and then steadily worked your way through it one fool at a time.” “My lord!” the mother protested but I knew I had rumbled them. “Very well, I shall summon Geoffrey, shall we say tomorrow, two of the clock, shall we meet here?” I thought of the fragrant Miss Fanshawe that evening when I took my ease with Maisey my upstairs maid, I imagined it was Miss Fanshawe’s lips around my member not Maiseys, that it was Miss Fanshawe’s moans from the intrusion of my fingers and her moans when I twisted her teats. It troubled me considerably that I desired Miss Fanshawe so much that mistaking the maid for Miss Fanshawe in my mind it was only with conciderable difficulty that managed to refrain from turning her on her back and mounting her rather than have her milk my member into a chamber pot. Geoffrey was most affronted when he attended on the morrow, “On my honour I never touched her father,” he insisted, “Why would I when I have my own girl?” “Your own girl?” I enquired. “Yes, but it is a secret, her father does not know,” he assured me. “And whom am I to understand feels you are unworthy of his daughter?” I asked. He told me, I felt sick to the pit of my stomach, “Dear lord you do tread dangerously,” I explained, “The Duke is well versed in seeing off rivals in duels, have you been practicing?” “No father, pussy we feel he will come round when sweet Amelia is with child,” he assured me. “Come round, he will come round with a loaded pistol in each hand,” I averred, “Dear god, I would admit to groping Miss Fanshawe and keep well out of it if I were you.” “Then you may grope her and welcome,” he stated, “A pleasant change from serving maids I would have thought.” “Then I shall,” I agreed, “I believe that wench needs a tad more than a brief insertion, I believe she would fit very nicely on my member.” “Good lord father I believe you are smitten,” he suggested, “Are you sure your chinese heart will stand the pace?” “No idea, at least I might die happy!” I agreed. Miss Fanshawe and her mother arrived some time after. “Where is the scoundrel?” the mother asked. “He will join us presently,” I advised, “But first will you take some refreshment, tea perhaps, or a glass of wine.” I led them to my study, “Please let my man take your coats,” I suggested and when Brabbinger my Butler asian had taken their coats and hung on the stand by the door I had them sit. Pleasantries were at a minimum and then it was down to business so to speak. “Miss Fanshawe, one mystery puzzles me,” I explained, “My son is much the same build as I, no muscle bound monster but only a small degree taller and stronger than yourself, so why did you not fight him off?” He took his time slowly stuffing that pussy japanese monstrous manhood in and slowly pulling it out. Clothes asian had been discarded and each couple was 69ing. There she was, a beautiful naked girl kneeling before him, her face down in his genitals, licking and kissing his most private parts, giving him all the love he could possibly want. “Why is she in such a hurry? Suddenly, it did. He twisted both nipples. “It’s warm” I said. “Mmmmmmmm… it’s like, salty tapioca or something. Well, not exactly inaudible. She rolled over and cuddled into me, and we held each other until I felt myself drifting off to sleep. Feeling outrage and despair, Rhonda’s bound hands clenched with frustration, but she was helpless. It’s pointless trying to talk to any of them as none of them speak English. Hell, there was times that chinese after cumming several times with Jesse, I ended up using a dildo on her repeatedly. “What the hell is it to you anyway?” The girls tromped down the stairs. She was my father's secretary at his office in the state capitol. I had another appointment with my hypnotist in a couple of hours and I wanted to japan get some more saying ‘Priapus’ practice in before I went.