The Baron undoubtedly thought that after a week or two spent in a dark cell along with the rats this would encourage the lad to move on elsewhere, esp...cially since his shop and all of his possessions had been destroyed, it was hoped, by fire. The tailor had a firmer backbone ... but in fact he was none too eager to have his neck and spine stretched on a gibbet either. Perhaps a move to Plymouth was the wiser recourse after all; he started to believe after many long dark days and darker nights. I thought he was really stealing my thunder. I had played with a limerick earlier in the week, but I thought it had been too far. Now I wanted to regain control over my sister's submissive side. I didn't mind sharing, but everyone needed to know my sister was mine to use and degrade."I've got a rhyme for you, do you want me to teach you? Repeat after me..."I had come up with it earlier in the week. It was simple and easy to memorize. I set it to the tune of I'm a little teapot. I fished my cock. He had a thought, and chuckled."What's so funny?" she asked."We haven't been introduced, and yet here we are."She laughed softly, her channel squeezing him. "Yeah, we should be introduced." She held out her hand. "I'm Shannon McLean."He shook her hand. "I'm Jared Shelbourne." They both laughed."This seems silly," she said. "You've got your cock in me, and here we are, shaking hands."He braced himself over her. "It feels better than a handshake." It'd feel even better with more of it in me."He. As we were driving slow and when I saw him and seeing there was no one else there with him I pulled in and parked beside his car, Now we are in the wifes' van so after we look around and see no one else is close by Marcy puts her window down and ask the guy if he had the times and after he tells her she starts some small talk with him and I get out and open the sliding door next to his car then Marcy gets out and climbs in the middle seat and sets back still talking to him.Then all a sudden she.