The man I marry will be young, handsome, brave and strong! Not old, infirm and senile! I remember him from the ball. He smelt like a goat!”She thoug...t back to the ball that had been held just two months ago. She remembered Lord Tathlone. He was a kindly man, polite, thoughtful but just a little vague, forgetful. It was unkind of her to mention his smell; but, unfortunately, he did smell like an old goat! She remembered his steward, a man a man named Ebeneezer. He was an obsequious little man.. . oh my God! Oh yessssss!" she moaned as she finally went fully over the top, which I took as my cue to unleash a torrent of my fertile seed within her welcoming depths."So good, my lovely Vonnie," I whispered in her ear."So, so good," she replied as we broke apart, hearing Bonnie leave the shower. Vonnie headed upstairs to grab it next, whilst I used a scented kitchen wipe to remove a few spots of white slimy evidence and an air freshener to mask the smell of woman in heat.The showering of the. The huge Master of Ceremonies bellows over the din, ‘Perhaps our Lord and king will save this child murderer from the sharp end of the guillotine’. He pauses, gauging the response of the gathered thousands… ‘Perhaps Not’ he laughs. She is one with them, her voice and blood rising with theirs, a sheen upon her skin as bodies press about her. Conscious, as she is shouldered and tussled about, that some hands move over her with intent. Outwardly ignoring the fleeting grasps at her skirts. But. " He moved hisface even closer to hers, the reek of his dirty body enveloping her noseand mouth. "But there ain't no reason we can't enjoy ourselves until weget it. Eh?"Ann's arm came up but Blake snatched the wrist and pinned it back downat her waist as though her strength were inconsequential.She couldn't blink. She couldn't breathe. She was powerless. He could doanything and there was no way she could stop him.He thrust his head in, pressing his lips to hers, forcing her head backas her face.