Which would make rubbing her broken jaw awfully tough to do. Instead, however, she reached for his drink and took a big sip. He allowed her to keep th... arm."Ugh!" she said. "Scotch! Almost as bad as Bourbon!" She licked her lips and smiled at him. "Tell me, Mr. Bonewell, where have all the nice Sherry and Brandy drinkers gone?" She giggled, a light giggle, and very feminine sounding. He took the hint, if it was a hint."How about I buy you a nice Sherry. Or, if you prefer, a nice Brandy. OK?". I felt even more vulnerable with my arse also filled, stretched, and available.He then attached a leash to my nipple chain and with a gentle tug forced me to follow him over to the couch and sit on a stool facing him and no more than half a metre away as he slumped back on the couch and resumed sipping his glass of wine with one hand while flicking the leash with the other to set the weight swinging and pain shooting through my nipples. He demanded that I spread my legs and sit straight to. The carriage reached the cottage on the cliffs. Porphyria followed the path to the door, but hesitated before knocking. Maybe I should go back, she thought. Maybe I should just throw myself off the cliffs instead. That would be better. But she knocked, and when the door opened she went in without waiting to be invited or greeted. She had to duck a bit to fit through the doorframe. She was a great, tall woman, with strong arms and broad shoulders and a hard face, but she was often called. She talked about the time they had gone to the swinger's club and his boss and his wife Nicole wound up being there too. How neither had known the other was a swinger. How much his boss enjoyed fucking her and then about the tatto his boss's wife had right above her clit. She said it was the "cutest little blue bird" which were Mom's exact words when Mom started licking Nicole's cunt.That was what finally convinced him. He asked, "When did this start again?" She told him once more and he.