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“I hope you are not suggesting I should be that lucky gentleman? I countered. “She is so beautiful yet such a tragedy that William died leaving us so little for a dowry,” she explained, “Just think how she would brighten your life.” “Er possibly, but she is young enough to be my daughter,” I countered. “But she has so few opportunities, eligable young bloods seek dowrys not just a pretty face,” Emily countered. “Had you entertained William properly he should still be with us,” I declared somewhat unfairly. “That is unfair,” she snapped. “Good god woman he was full of port wine and opium,” I reminded her, “Did no one tell you?” “His heart expired during a game of cards,” she countered. “His heart expired indeed, lashed to the wheel of life with his member buried in a naked whore’s backside as two other whores revolved it.” I explained. “No it cannot be!” she protested. “Oh yes, we frequented the same club,” I explained, “And enjoyed the same pleasures, whores leashed and bound and tightly corseted, young girls as fresh and innocent as young Aveline. That is as fresh as she when they arrived, after a few weeks they would do anyhing a man could desire.” “You have a strange imagination John,” Emily declared, “But yes I knew of his whore chasing and yes I held him away, but not before he betrayed me with the whores.” “So you knew?” I queried, “Yet you would abandon Aveline to Hairy a life of sating my perversions?” “No, I would assume you would sate those needs elsewhere.” she admitted. “Then I am sorry to have to disabuse you of those notions,” I explained, “I think it might be prudent to show you my play room, I had intended to invite young mature maids from the village but with a willing young wife perhaps she should be able to sate my needs, see for yourself the depravation you seek to consign your daughter to.” “You jest,” she challenged. “If it will assist your deliberations I shall show you," I suggested, “The chap I bought this from was quite the connisseur of depravation, I own the play room he left me is the equal of any to be found in France or Spain," I pointed at the door, “ it is through there.” I went to the door and opened it for her to see. The “Play room” as I called it was down a short corridor with a short flight of stairs downward but the far door was open and light flooded into the far room by the skylight so it was not in the least intimidating. “Do you see?” I explained, “The light comes from the tower above, it is hollow to the glazed ceiling.” “Most peculiar,” she agreed, but she followed as blowjob I led her down and along the corridor. “Voila! as the frenchies have Brunette it,” I laughed as I led her into the tower playroom. The entire inside of the hollow stone tower was whitewashed and doggystyle reflected the light downwards with little diminuition. It was and is twenty feet clear at the base almost circular on two sides but squared on two more where the door came in and the side at right anges where a wheel was situate. She trod uneasily on the thick carpets as she loked round at the copious polished metal chains, leather straps and other paraphernalia hooked to the lower walls. Whips and paddles, hand cuffs, swords, chains in great profusion, a scolds bridle, chastity belts, various appliances sat upon the work bench to one side. Chains hung from the great oak beam set across the middle of the tower around twenty feet I would say from the stone floor, for which a double ladder rested against the wall. Chans not merely for the huge candelabra for lighting the room after sun down but many spare stout chains each easily able to take the weight of a man or more likely a woman. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder!” It was very clear now that her black hair was all natural. Instead, she held it in and filled the tub. I turned around, I was getting the idea of what she wanted. To experience. Not having changed attire myself, from the shorts and T-shirt I was wearing earlier, Sandra now exposed more of her knockout body in a pair of short shorts, and a sports bra. I reached in my shorts and doggystyle adjusted my cock so that the head and about an inch of the shaft peeked out of the waistband. “Oh!” she moaned into the gag, but he was still kissing her face as he held himself still, with the head of it just inside her. Twyla wraps her arms around me and rolls onto her back, pulling me on top of her where I lie dizzily still for a minute, nestled into her satin strapped cleavage, feeling the skin of her belly against mine. I'll have your clothing blowjob dropped off at your studio.” After more messing about, we all got out and were stood getting dried when 2 men came out of the dunes Hairy together. I looked over her Brunette shoulder at a girl sitting in the sand who was shyly staring in our direction with a big smile on her face. “Yes, Professor,” she responds, shame welling up inside her mature stomach as she nods her head. She just smiled and laid her head back on the armrest of the door. A part of me thinks you read my mind. This happened to me about 6 years ago. There is nothing to forgive.