”I surmised the pox was affecting Clark’s brain, as I was certain Maddox would have told him the name of the man who had shot and killed his son.C...ark sat up straighter in his chair. “My factory, now threatened to be destroyed by ne’er–do-wells and malcontents, is all I have left of my fortune. I tried to better myself by marrying my son into the nobility, but all I achieved was bankruptcy and the death of my son.” He abruptly stopped speaking and looked at me closely. “Greenaway you say? I’m. We had fucked like mad animals I recalled with a wide smile; with enthusiasm that I do not believe I had ever encountered, in all the ladies that I mounted before. She seemed to like when I took control; when I roughly commanded her pleasure.Mothers orgasms were numerous, I had not even tried to count, two to one of my own, at the very least. Hell, I had not even softened between. We had fucked standing by the door to my tiny apartment, then with her kneeling on my bed with me behind, which she. “FUCK YES,” she screams as I start to drive my cock into her. Curious reaction, I thought to myself but figured I would let it go for now, and just enjoy her unstretched birth canal. I fucked her hard and fast as she fucked me back.“Fuck this slut, sir. Pound my fuckhole with your wonderful cock.” she moaned. “Use this slut for your pleasure.”I raised my eyes, wondering where Kayla learned to talk like that. She sounded like a girl in one of those cheesy BDSM stories I read online. What the. ”She giggled.“I miss Sandrine, too.” She did not name Antoine, but she missed him as well. They’d left him behind at his request months ago on an island colonized by France. She didn’t know where he was now, but he could not return to their home island under any circumstances. He was relatively safe as long as he avoided English jurisdiction.Gérard hugged her and ran his hand slowly down her back. A little sweaty, a little ripe. The night was warm as nights always were and they had no need to.