She laid next to me and started slowly stroking. She looked me in the eyes and began talking."When you lived with us, I used to hear you fucking mom, ...ou know," she said."Really." I replied, somewhat shocked.Her bedroom was across the hall, so I was at first a bit skeptical about what she said. Then came the stunner."Mhm, sometimes, I would sneak into the hallway and listen." she said, "I would hear the bed hitting the wall, mom swearing, your skin slapping together."I was so embarrassed. Then. "How do you do, Mr Steadman."He took her hand looking slightly nonplussed."Mr Steadman, I feel sure you've read the notes that Wing-Commander Stephens wrote." Yes, of course." In them I believe he mentioned neurasthenia." Yes." What is the best care for it?" Frankly, Mrs Bowers, I don't know. I'm an orthopaedic surgeon and know little of psychiatric matters." Thank you for being honest with me. Wing-Commander Stephens said that it was a bit of a mystery too but suggested that lots and lots of. “I like your cock in my pussy.”“Good girl. Here comes the rest.”“Wha-“Before I could react he grabbed my hips and shoved the last inch of his massive cock inside me. I felt like a rubber band around a two-liter bottle. It stung like hell, but he stopped in that position, his whole 8 inch cock balls deep in my tight little pussy. “Waaaah ha ha!” I cried. What a weak little thing I was in that moment. He held his cock right there for a moment, rubbing his hips against my ass. In that moment I. It would certainly save a lot of wear and tear on my own knuckles to have this Neanderthal hulk as my servant. Of course, I took Drusilla and Hilda with me because I was uncertain of the availability of cunt in the new residence.Our journey took us past the terrible gibbets outside the castle with the hanging corpses of alleged criminals and possible witches. I saw Hilda looking at them with visible fear in her eyes. She snuggled up close inside Drusilla's encircling arm like a baby bird.