“Saying ‘which two’ implies that there are more, and there can’t be.”“Incorrect reasoning, my man. In this household, my husband has six w...ves, so if you ask about ‘both’, you presumably wish to speak to a specific pairing, do you not?”Prendergast stared at this woman with an Indian cast to her skin, but with perfect English, and despaired.“Six wives? That is illegal in England.”“Again, an incorrect assumption. You should be better educated for your job. It is illegal to officially go through. Vicky was married but as it turned out not very happily and she liked nothing better than to flirt with the males. In summer time she would wear very short tight low cut flimsy dresses with open light footwear, in winter short skirts white blouses, always unbottoned to the bra which gave a glimpse of her small cleavage, black high heels and nylon clad legs. I often wondered if the nylon was that of a pair of tights or that of stockings held up with suspenders. Stockings and suspenders were for. As Eddie continued to thrust in and out of Zenobia Lovelocke she fingered her clitoris while he skillfully massaged her tits. Soon the woman was writhing in ecstasy and emitting moans of satisfaction."You like the way I'm fucking you?" Y ... Yu ... Yesss! Harder. Fuck me harder."Eddie grinned and quickened the tempo driving in and out mercilessly. He banged the blonde woman hard against the heavy coffee table with each powerful thrust. She grunted with unconcealed lust. He bit her neck and her. It wasn’t until later that I realized they were terrified of me, afraid of punishment for being rude to the duke’s daughter. I was just a naïve child when a fresh batch of slaves was brought to our home to work the fields, tend to livestock, and perform every other chore. When they arrived, they looked so miserable and sick, I thought we were helping them, sheltering them from evil people, but I was so wrong. We were the evil people. My family tried to keep me isolated from them, but I had.