He knelt before her, tousled slick hair, eyes shining behind the spectacles. “Harriet, will you do me the honour of being my wife?”“Son, you nee... not give her such a simple ring, we have heirlooms scattered all over the place.” Taran interposed.Harriet turned to him. “If you don’t mind, Laird McDougal. Samuel proposed with this ring in the sweetest way possible, I’d love to have it from him.”Aileen eyed her surprised at her uncomplicated tastes.As Harriet returned her gaze to her betrothed, he. As i kept typing her face got closer to mine, she moved her hand and put it on my lap, and said:- It's Okay if you can't handle this task, i can give you another.She said smiling at me, i didn't respond, because i didn't know what to say, i turned to her as she was licking her upper lip and biting her lower lip afterward, i was really confused.Was she flirting with me? But why would a 34 year old married woman with a child just a couple of years younger than me, flirt with me a 17 year old. C-can’t r-remember, Highness...” sobbed Xena. “Can’t remember?” Venetia looked astonished. “I suppose you got too excited to remember.” “Y-Yes, H-Highness,” agreed Xena wretchedly. She had got into the habit of agreeing with everything Venetia said, no matter how vile or untrue it was. “And I suppose you can’t remember how many cocks you sucked either, slave.” “N-No, Highness... I humbly beg pardon, Highness...” Venetia smiled faintly. It amused her to reflect that, a few weeks previously, Xena. My ass was already sort of sore from the spanking I had received last night. Although I couldn’t see what they were using, it seemed like they had brought a number of different spanking implements with them. With all three of them spanking me at the same time, my poor ass felt very warm and tender in a short time. One of them was occasionally using a riding crop, and was spanking the tender insides of my legs. Now and then, I felt the crop hit my exposed penis and balls.“That’s to make sure.