You wanted to tell me that enough was enough, and to let you up, but you didn't want the good feelings to stop. With two hands still on your breasts, ...ou began to feel two hands playing between your legs. Up and down your thighs and brushing against your labia. Now the feelings were overwhelming -- you were the center of attention, you still didn't know who else was there, or even the sex of the other person. Was there even more than one person in the room? You didn't think so, but you. Daaraatunacha tejasachee aaee mhanaalee yeta jaa asecha aadhun madhuna gappaa maarayalaa, tejasalaa tara svataachyaa aaee barobara bolaayalaa velacha naahee. Aaj kharacha malaa vaatale kee tejasa evadhyaa lavakara yaayalaa nako hotaa.Tyaa divashee paasun teene traansaparamt blaauja ghaalaayalaa chaalu kelee hotee. Hee gosht fakta maajhyaach lakshaata aale pan tejasachyaa naahee. Roja aataa malaa tejasacyaa aaeeche braache darshan hota hote. Mee vichaara kelaa baahera baghanyaa pekshaa kaahee na. Ask, you ask? Kana ask a cunt?Of course. I was torturing her.Grins.Here’s how that part went down. Round one was on impact to the room. Threw her down, hiked up the skirt, went to town with the cane. Finished with the shots across the cunt with the belt (You can see the bruises in the shots).She was a sniveling fucking mess by then, begging no more, no more…which of course turned me on. So I slammed it facefirst against the wall and ass-****d it standing up. It was a great sodomy. Started. “Lady Desiree Amrien. You are more lovely that I had imagined.”Desiree felt her cheeks grow warm and she offered a curtsy. She knew her own reputation- a beautiful young woman married off to be second wife to an influential older man. Some called her a “bedwarmer”, others less savoury names. No doubt that’s where King Roland’s imaginings had stemmed from. “Your Grace is too kind,” she replied, before noticing the tea service tray had been set on a side table, away from the sitting area at the.