William Fortescue’s actions had left many of those women he had earlier abandoned, distraught, defiled, and their position in society ruined by the ...ere speculative gossip their jilting engendered. Learning of the breaking of his spirit was warmly received but would not sate their vengeance, Madam Pelham’s appointment was but the aperitif for the final purpose: Fortescue’s appointment with one Madam Agnes Fairchild, the executrix queen of the dark sub-society that Fortescue would never leave. "Gimme your cock," she said to a nameless person."Push it deep inside me," she begged as she began to slip her toy into her pussy.She stifled her moan as the toy disappeared in her depths. She nearly wanted Greg to burst into her room with the same energy that he confronted her with in the living room. She wanted to see his furled eyebrows as he violently removed his clothes and got between her legs."This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?" she imagined him asking.She took the toy from her. To make matters worse, I was probably at the worst time in my cycle and realized I could easily get pregnant by our midnight tryst. But it was too late.I just submitted to my plight, marvelling at the feeling of his heavy cock, fully sunk inside of me. Each time he grunted, he pushed deeper, and I felt anther spasm. I could feel him releasing pulse after pulse of sperm deep in my belly. My cunt was slick with our mixed fluids. His cock just pulsed and pulsed for what seemed like an eternity.. Hurt me. But I couldn't shake thefeeling he was hurting, and it was my fault. I was very close to the spotwhere he had... met me last time when a girl got my attention. She wavedme toward the shadows, and once my eyes adjusted, I could see her clearly.It was Tony.God forgive me, it was Tony.He (She?) was wearing a dress that was obviously too big for him, andnothing else feminine, but something about the way he stood and moved justscreamed "Girl".And again, the weirdness happened. I could see.