Aislinn was wary of the drunken men, and was trying to keep her distance. There was a particularly large one in the group that was very loud, and she ...ad heard him making some drunken, raunchy comments about her. As she turned her head to avoid his gaze, she saw Dalton walk in. Her heart leapt, and she could feel herself becoming wet. What is wrong with me, she thought. He walks in and I’m already longing for him! Dalton met Aislinn's eyes from across the hall. She looked lovely, a little. He may be hard to recognize as a few weeks before the fire someone tried to rearrange his features with a baseball bat."Thick fingers turned over a page. "Your wife's 'friend' claims the two of them were at a local watering hole until late that night. The bar staff confirms the happy couple were at the establishment, and your wife and a bunch of friends did not leave until almost closing."The man started to speak, but his attorney put a hand on his arm.One more paper appeared out of the. Meantime, I was marching along at the head of a procession of a cart carrying two dead bodies and a groaning wounded man, a manacled prisoner accompanied by four soldiers with fixed bayonets, and a complaining barge captain asking for payment for fetching us to Devizes.The HQ of the battalion was situated in the town hall, but on arrival I found no one there but a corporal's guard of six men. Sir Edmund and Frederick Bywaters were the guests of Lord Branston, and were enjoying his hospitality. If Richard does ties me up, he likes to make the bondage very tight. They put two thick foam pads under my waist to get my ass to just the right height for Richard’s cock. My genitals point down, so that as Richard fucks me I can feel his large manly balls slapping against my small, shrinking nuts.My wife then lays on the bed with her legs spread and her pussy about a foot from my face. She plays with herself and masturbates while watching my face as Richard has his way with me. She like to.