"That young wife wants her husband's cock so bad she can taste it. You were trying to get back to sleep, but I was listening to them. She was so pisse... at him for not fucking her that she threw something at him." Nice way to begin a marriage." Yeah... and a better way to end one." Well... we don't have to worry about them. They have their life to live, and we have ours." That's right, and starting real soon, our life and theirs are going to mesh." Huh?" We're going to help them." Are you. "Face down on the pillow, my little naughty white bitch." And then he slowly inserted those two lubed up fingers into my asshole, and then slowly worked them all the way in until I could feel his knuckles touching me. "Don't move, just stay like that for a minute or so." And for that minute he didn't move either. He was just waiting for his two big thick man fingers to open me up for his even bigger and thicker dick. "I can see that you like how this feels, you dirty slut. You're a true ass. About the tenth smack we’ll say, her hand smacked my balls, I guess my legs had separated a bit with each smack. Now that hurt! I jumped up saying “You smacked my balls” as I reach around with my left hand to rub them, this put my hard dick right at her face. Sister Mary Rose was shock herself and began to apologize for hitting them, “Oh my lord child, I’m so sorry, let me see them” she says putting her hands on my hips to turn me around. I’m sure they were as red as my ass was. She. He, of course, retired to the servants’ quarters to make up his bed, while the innkeeper, a rough-spoken but affable man in his mid-forties, showed me to my room. It was plain but clean and furnished with many old-fashioned but well-made items. Feeling the need for privacy, I asked for my dinner to be brought to my room. I was sitting at the primitive table that passed for a desk, brushing my hair, when I heard a soft knock at the door. I had been expecting the serving boy but when the door.