To the public eye, Henri and Arabella were the perfect couple. In the castle, Arabella was queen and she ruled with an iron hand. Arabella had custo... made leather thigh-boots with stiletto heels and gloves in varying colors. Her fetish outfits were hand tailored. Her whips, crops, and other discipline instruments were hand-crafted and tried out on any available servant. She was addressed by the servants and Henri as ?Mistress? and other forms of honor. Henri was reduced to being called. At the same time, she bore down harder on my mouth, making it impossible to breath through it. I had to breath through my nose, meaning I had to smell everything that came out of her ass.“C’mon, suck it up fart boy! I didn’t take my Lactaid pill, and all that cheese I ate for dinner is really doing a number on me. I can fart on your face all night!”*BBBBRRRPPPPPP*This one was even stronger than before! It smelled like rotten eggs and cabbage. I struggled to free myself, but she used her. “You’re home! I hope you had a good time on your date, dear.” Rainer set the cookies on a coffee table as Kendall led Meredith to sit between them.“Mama! Papa! You didn’t need to wait up for me. I’m not out past curfew. And cookies? Papa, whatever?”“Oh, we weren’t waiting up for you. I was lost in my own world on the piano and your father just had to keep himself busy while he waited for me. This is such a pretty dress. Is it new? I don’t remember seeing this before.”“I met with Dr. Parolini. “What have we here?” Derek asked. Keith risked bluffing.“It’s the tracking phone Homeland Security has been using to follow us. Since you’ve had it, they’ve been following your trail. They’re not far behind.” Somehow his bravado did not sound so brave through his chattering teeth.“Shut up and put your pants on,” Derek snapped. Maddie helped Keith pull on pants and a sweater and then got his boots back on. At least the bags had kept his boots dry.“Derek, we have to get him out of here and get.