Though she wants for no physical possessions, her heart aches for a freedom that thus far has been denied to her. After all, an English noblewoman has...expectations, and hers' come in the form of a young man named Charles Tarell. Charles Tarell is Eleanor's betrothed, and is the eldest son of a wealthy member of the East India Company. Their betrothal is meant to seal a partnership between their fathers, something that Eleanor somewhat resents.Not that she particularly dislikes Charles himself,. Your still attractive I told her and still had a good body and would attract a string of admirers if she put herself back out there on the market, your so sweet she said, I wish I had someone like you to come round and see me, I know what you two get up to and as long as your having fun and not hurting anyone then thats ok,. Do you really think I have still got a good body, she said, Sure I do and remember you did flash your boobs the last time I was here, Oh yes I remember, I was a bit. Each thrust brought a moan from his new daughter.He began to increase his pace, then alternated between slow and steady, then rapid, repeated thrusts."Oh, oh, oh," escaped her lips."Pretty good, huh?" asked her father."Oh my god, this is the best. Don't stop!" his daughter replied.He continued to thrust. In and out, in and out. She moaned in pleasure. In and out, in and out."Oh, oh, oh..."He felt the climax in him about to explode. "I'm going to cum," he said."Oh yes, Dad. In my ass, in my. ..” She trailed off, trying to determine what that one thing was.Kellee appeared in the bedroom doorway, looking impatient. Kaylee motioned her over to the window.“We don’t have time for this,” Kellee said, crossing her arms and tapping her right foot. “I want to get out back.”“Look out front, first,” Kaylee urged.“Why?”“Because I asked you to!” she insisted, smacking the blinds. “Something is really fucked up about this neighborhood, Kellee!”“Like it hasn’t been fucked-up forever.”“Not like.