And, of course, he's a very lucky man. If he was a commoner they'd have publicly castrated 'im."Miranda had no idea what that meant, but was too afrai... to ask. However, it gave rise to a terrible thought: "The serving maid - she must have been a commoner; did they castrate her?" Oh my Lord, dearie," cackled the old woman, "bless your heart, no, they didn't castrate her. No, the Duke's a bit soft on the ladies. He reckons they're too weak to resist their own urges, you see. They just dragged 'er. Despite Dale’s proximity, Lynn managed to hook her toes in the elastic waistband of my shorts and drag the front down over my swollen cock, freeing it to waver about in the dim light. I immediately snapped my eyes on Dale, working diligently to some patient’s benefit in his office. Lynn actually laughed out loud at my surprise and discomfort. I couldn’t believe she was behaving so dangerously and making so light of it. Before I could put myself back into my shorts, Lynn had wrapped her bare. It was long legged, solid and powerfully built at it’s haunches. He mused on the fact he had raped Cara the day before, so had Conor and Keith, Conor anally raping her, then a local mangy hound, the one outside, had mounted her and she’d taken it easily. No wonder, when he was part of the audience to the bestial performance in this hovel. OK they had surprised Cara and she’d been restrained, but maybe multi cocks were a norm in her life. Another cheer filled the space as the hound stopped. Your pussy is soaking; I can see that the material covering it is rapidly getting darker as your juices soak into it. The scent of your sex is driving me wild, my cock straining against my trousers. My mouth moves upward further, closer and closer to my goal. Your whole body jerks as my hot breath meets the moist fabric covering your smooth cunt. I open my mouth and cover your pussy with my lips, inhaling the erotic scent you are oozing. I press my tongue against your pussy lips tasting the.