If I couldhave screamed, I would have. She was molding me like clay and gettingoff on it. The sensations it produced were more intense than anythingI'... ever felt before.She reached down to my crotch, stroked me a few times and gently pushedmy balls into my body. It was disconcerting to say the least, but a verypleasurable feeling. The insides of my tummy were undergoing some typeof change that I didn't want to think about.Meri got in my face with her tits again and pulled my hair right out ofmy. "What's wrong with her, sir?" I asked, though the answer was obvious."To put not too fine a point on it, the right honorable baroness issloshed. Sozzled. Utterly legless," he said, and flashed a crookedsmile. I found myself attracted to him. "I'm her solicitor, by the way.Edward Clarke." He held out his hand. I offered him my limp hand, aswomen do, and he shook it gently.I gave him a curtsy to be polite. "I'm Lady Blackthwaite's maid, sir.Lisa, Lisa Lyndon. How did Lady Blackthwaite come to be. He held himself with the head of his enormous penis implanted in my anus and stretching me beyond imagination. After what seemed like a lifetime of anguish the pain began to ease and I relaxed a little. Soon he was sliding himself in and out, all the way out then back in. Each time as my anus opened for him or closed as he withdrew I felt a wave of pleasure that I would never have expected.Every time I've cum today my mind has drifted and wondered and now I understood why. I didn't have to. When she fell silent, I said calmly, “I wasn’t killed. There’s nowhere to run. You can’t spend the rest of your life in hiding. There’s only one way to make all this stop and that’s to figure out what’s going on.”“But...” Tears glistened in her eyes. In a soft voice, she said, “You could have been killed, Hunter. All because of me.”Taking her hand, I backed up and sat in the armchair, drawing her onto my lap. “This is not your fault. This is their fault. They are responsible for your father’s.