It was a good thing they were there because we were rushed by half a dozen men with drawn swords. The women blew the charging swordsmen into next week...with their shotguns and gave me a chance to recover from my tumble. At the moment, my shoulder did not even hurt from my impact with the door, but that would change when I came down from my combat high.When I had a chance to look around, I found that we were in the wine cellar, and one of the storage chambers made of steel rods was being used as. Mandy was also a confirmed fuckpig, once she is naked with a group of hard cocks there is little she will not do, and no amoutn of degredation is too much for her.On one memorable evening I used a wooden paddle on Mandys big tits, the sort of little padle which has spiky plastic 'flowers' on one side. These look innocent enough, but are vicious. If you apply the plastic flowers to already paddle skin they will easily break the skin. Following a vigorous paddling with this instrument, Mandys. "Sire, I too have a confession. I am here as your servant, that is true, but I also serve another. You see, you are betrothed to my aunt, my father's sister. Fortunately, I take my appearance from my mother's side of the family, so there was no chance of you uncovering my deception. I was here to see what type of man you were, and I discovered that you were the most honourable man that I know. I know that you only wish to marry my aunt to prevent a war, sire, but I am compelled to intervene. The sight of the mangalsutra kept me in proper senses.Talking to one’s ex as if nothing happened is an art only woman can master. We started with the standard how are you? Your family? Your job? etc etc about each other.I had quit the thought of love/marriage after the breakup and been mostly a workaholic. She had passed a few bank exams and was in a good position by then.Straightly to the tragic part about her husband, she told me that her marriage didn’t go well since her husband was gay and.