’ Heather was shocked. The Duke of Ridgeley was married to the most beautiful woman in all of London. Ginger Hamilton-Northleigh, the Duchess of Rid...eley, although beautiful, was in very fragile health and had been pregnant, the last Heather heard. ‘Where is your wife, sir?’ Cameron’s features hardened. ‘She has run off with her lover — that joke of a French count. The father of the baby I had thought was mine.’ Heather was sorry she had asked. ‘I am sorry, sir. I did not know. Forgive me for. ”He tossed a pack of wet wipes and she rose to get to work on Megan, but not before rummaging through Master’s goodie bag to decide what kind of gag she wanted to have her wear. Katelyn loved a simple bandana cleave for everyday use, but Megan was about to be screaming her head off and they needed a more effective way of keeping her quiet. She was considering another ball gag until she came across a roll of sports tape and thought ‘bingo’.Megan hung her head as low as the tethered collar would. I can't say I was in love with Sandy but I did love the sex we shared. One thing that really bothered me was that Sandy was so good. She couldn't learn that overnight. I often wondered how many sexual partners she'd had. It was something we agreed never to talk about, which probably was a big mistake on my part.As I mentioned, I wasn't sure I loved Sandy but I did get her pregnant and it was my child so I was going to do the right thing for the baby.About two months after we were married, I was. I stood and looked Jane over carefully. She blushed when I reached out and rubbed her freshly shaven pubic mound. “Spread your legs a bit Jane. I want to feel that pussy.”Jane did as I asked and gasped when I ran my finger through her slit. She was wet with her own juices, so I pressed my finger in until I felt her hymen.I pulled my finger out of her pussy lips and brought it up to my mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise when I sniffed my finger. I then put my finger in my mouth and licked it.