For one thing he was incredibly high-handed with the servants, indeed, with anyone of Irish blood. He taxed them unmercifully, worked them piteously, ...nd was prone to chastise any errors, whether real or imagined, fiercely. Her attempts to alleviate the suffering she witnessed were only partially successful. The servants themselves, so long abused, could not fully trust any Dunrossiter, and the Earl would become angry with her when he discovered her efforts.His sons were as bad as their father.. Miriam was still quietly sobbing when the black gansta raised her head and looked into her terrified eyes. Her daddy had warned her many times about niggers. Al they wanted to do was to rape white woman. She knew they were going to rape her. Miriam was terrified being all alone with these strange black men who were looking at her the way a hungry dog would look at a steak."We here don'ts intends to hurt ya none. We justs wants ta have a little fun. Ya see Marcus here," and pointed to one of her. ...BANGING THAT FILTHY WET CUNT SO HARD AND DEEP....IF ONLY YOU COULD HAVE FUCKED ME THIS GOOD."The loud wet squelching sounds coming from between my legs and my intense groans of pleasure muffled my son's deep moans as he fired a first massive load into my pussy.I felt his spunk shoot right into the depths of my womb, heating my insides and filling me right up. I locked my legs tightly around his pumping ass as he kept shoving his spurting prick up me. More big thick loads of cum, unloaded. "I had to move because of the stairs, dear," said Primrose's grandmother who carefully eased herself into a leather armchair. "The frequent power cuts mean that the lift often doesn't work. Ten flights of stairs are far more than a woman of my age can cope with." But you're not actually on the ground floor, Gran." I can manage one flight of stairs. And anyway I don't want to get caught in the floods." There hasn't been a flood this far from the river, Gran." You'd think not, but the river's not.