I figured I had nothing to lose and wrote him a long email, telling him what I had been doing and about the guilt and shame. I'm not about to let some...old man spank me, but who knows, maybe he can give me some insight in to why I'm doing this.*****I made some dinner and ate. It was now almost 7pm and I still had no plans for the night.I looked at the ad from the couple again. They looked to be in their early 50s. He was not very attractive, but that hasn't stopped me yet. He was at least not. “Evvan. Please.” She couldn’t believe she was reduced to begging—but she was going to explode.He rumbled against her pussy and thrust two fingers inside her channel. That magical warmth burst from him at the same time he sucked on her clit.Oh. My. God.So intense was the force of her orgasm that Natalie screamed, loud and long. Her arms barely held her up as she thrashed against his face. Evvan continued, fucking her with his fingers and sucking her clit, bringing her to another climax, and yet. “It’s late,” said the king.Rose noted the sunlight coming through the stained glass.“Hmm,” she said.Her room was in the eastern wing. It was lavishly decorated. A tapestry of a gruesome battle against the Turks faced the four-poster.She went out riding. Her new horse was spirited and swift, and she quickly grew enamored. Her guides showed her the landmarks: a well from antiquity, the lush palace gardens, a series of limestone hills. In the distance, she saw the marsh where her betrothed. Some of her classmates cast her side glances and murmured among themselves and she wondered if they knew something. She also wondered if Brad Wheeler would be scarred for life, or if he’d wear her teeth marks as a consolation prize for the one that got away. She hoped she had managed to scare him away for good. She had lied that he would never be able to control her again. Given the chance, he probably could. And it would be an easy theory for him to test. She couldn’t be checking over her.