I need to cum all over again, but his stroking is too sensitive. I react by pulling away from his hand, oops I press on his cock. I pull forward in su...prise and enter his fist again. Fuck, my body doesn’t know what to do with everything going on, wanking, cumming, fucking, too sensitive, surprise.Somehow I just stop all of my movements, taking a deep breath and holding it in. Paul senses that he should stop everything as well. He release my cock and slides his hand to my chest to hold me. His. I got distracted by one of the locals for a few minutes on the way. He was asking whether I like eggs and chips because I was “English”.. Then I finally reached the toilet itself. When I opened the door, it was empty. I walked into one of the cubicles and undid my flies. I had just pulled my dick out from my trouser when I felt a hand reach round my front from behind to take hold of it. “Guess who?” I was already growing increasingly hard against the mystery girls hand. I turned round. Standing. “Indeed not madam,” Mr D’arcy explained somewhat painfully, “I merely wished to enquire if I might shoot a few of your pheasants as I fear I have slaughtered the vast majority of those at Manderley and the season has hardly begun.”“Indeed shoot away for we have peasants far in excess of our needs,” Mrs Bennet simpered, “gardeners, ostlers, idlers, why we have a complete superfluity of peasants..“Pheasants mother, not Peasants.” Eliza cautioned. “One cannot shoot Peasants.”“In the lord’s name. That went on for several hours, each of them taking turns on all my holes, until my arse and pussy were just oozing cum. It was dripping off me and all over the floor. It was ok though I figured, I was almost half way to my goal now. Not much more to go. I went to sleep shortly after to get an early start the next day.The next morning, I gave all the guys blowjobs again and then went up to my little room. I thought it might have been quiet that time of day, but apparently a rumour had been.