Helowered his gaze, wishing he could somehow get out of this, but he wasresigned to his fate now.The Earl climbed down from his horse and dragged Burt...to the stocks - notto lock him into them this time: nothing so pleasant. He unshackled oneof Burt's wrists and fixed his glare on him."Off with your shirt!" Sir?" Take your shirt off now you miserable cur!"Burt did as he was told. The Earl ran the chain and empty shackle outthrough one sleeve of the shirt and dumped the garment on the floor.. .’ ‘So, did you ever marry?’ I queried. He shook his head. ‘No, I never married. It’s just been my books and me all these years.’ ‘You sound a little sad about that,’ I suggested. ‘Y’know, the truth is . . .’ He looked at me. ‘I think I was too scared of sex to get married. You scared the hell out of me with your wicked ways, and I couldn’t handle it.’ ‘Do I still scare you?’ ‘A little,’ he smiled. ‘I guess . . .’ he ventured then. ‘I guess I’m just wondering if there’s such a thing as a. "Que la fête commence, n'est-ce pas?"The young lawyer grinned. His eyes never left Tittiefuck's famous cleavage."Let's first see to an old mutual friend, Lindsey," Fink went on. He led the young man along a corridor and down a staircase to a lower floor.Lilah still dangled from the iron frame.Her waist was by now laced down to a tight 18 inches. Her long legs stood slightly spread on thigh high, tall heeled leather boots.They deliciously pushed up her naked ass.Her eyes were closed. On her face. Greta soon revealed herself to be a master. The old bitch went light on Eve’s behind, to begin with, giving easy, unhurried strokes. Eve’s skin assumed a pink glow on the outside and continued to swell on the inside. Pressure slowly built up like a crescendo. Flecks of red blood dotted rising red welts while small bubbles of warm sensation rose to the top of her body.The old woman quickened her rhythm. Her blows came faster and penetrated deeper. Eve felt a trickle of blood in the deep.