He already had a consort and a young heir, and once he was sure his son was settled onto the dragon throne, Boyle had retired to Swanford, and there h... remained, rarely ever returning to the castle at Tellismere City.Shrouded in a perpetual fog of grief, he remained near his beloved's grave, where he spent much of his days, rain, snow or shine, until his own death less than a year later. His lungs had been slightly seared by the dragon-flame during his last famous cavalry charge, and they never. Her wrists were grabbed and she was led at a jog across the uneven yard of a derelict looking farm. Her breasts and bottom jiggled to the delight of the men who trotted along to the sides and rear.She was brought to the centre of the yard where stood a pair of upright metal posts about five feet apart cemented into the earth. A horizontal wooden rail, about four inches in diameter, was fixed between the posts at waist height and Jill was positioned standing with her belly button pressed against. "There's something about this body I'm havinga very hard time controlling. I seem to have this need, like an obsession.I remember that dream, that dream where I ... touched myself. I keepfeeling like I have to do it again! But it's confusing, and wrong, and...." Keziah started to cry softly.Frank looked over at her. "It's OK," he said, touching her shoulder. Sheturned to him and hid her head on his chest. He put his arms around herand felt her flesh through the thin fabric. When she had turned,. Let me do this… please?” Mary was consumed by desire. By feelings that she could barely understand. She needed to preserve her maidenhood at all costs, lest she join the ranks of the other ‘Fallen Women’ but she wanted… what she wanted was this with Florence right here and now. Never had she imagined that she would give herself to a woman. Mary relaxed her grip on Florence’s hand and gasped sharply as her Lady pushed two fingers deeper inside her. Lady Florence felt Mary’s body tense, and.