Le Gris is the Count’s man.”Jean stared at his wife, with his rage barely under control. “How can you ask me to not seek vengeance? He raped you... and he will pay. I swear to God, I shall have justice!”“There will be no justice for us in Argentan!” Marguerite argued. “If you go there and accuse Le Gris, they will destroy you. What Le Gris did to me was horrible, but losing you would make it far worse. I cannot live without you.”Jean paced the room nervously. He was filled with a need to do. "Penelope, take Jason's panties down and show him some affection."Jason was trembling, in his arms and his knees, as the sissy girl movedup to him, caught his eye and managed a smile. He smelt very sweet andhis fingers were cold as they slipped inside the front of Jason'spetticoats and found the waist of his panties. His curls sank lower andlower until he was threading Jason's panties down, leaving him in a stateof vulnerability beneath his dress. He slipped them over his white MaryJanes and. No. Just, no.Just…um, just one more time, before I have to go, Emily decided sheepishly, locking and tugging on her doorknob for good measure. As she slowly spread her thighs, feeling the fishnet body stocking of her cosplay stretching and shifting against her bare skin, the hemmed opening between her legs gaped open, exposing her blushing pink labia. To help clear my head. Yeah.Her carefully fingertips glided easily into those gleaming wet folds, and a shudder went through her. Emily had been. My head is clouded with the full feeling coming from my ass."Is that a question? How many can you take?" You demand more harshly."I can take 16, sir." I say, more confidently. I'm still not sure I can handle 16 hard smacks on my already aching ass. I almost change my mind, but you speak again."Good" you say. "I want you to count them, and after each one, thank me." Yes, sir."The first smack hits my sore bottom. "One, thank you, sir!" I shout."Two, thank you, sir." Another eleven swats land on.