This was the first time the serfs were allowed anything with alcohol in it. Of course, the party ended in a riot with 70 serfs killed and 16 Overseers...dead. Yes, a grand time was had by all. No children were killed because their mothers had the sense to chase them away when the riot started.Mary and I were on our own in a way, but I knew that several surveillance cameras had been installed in our bedroom so that the lords and ladies could laugh at our antics at their leisure. Therefore, no. I went through the weapons that the Wombles had and got out a Colt 1851 Navy revolver. It was .36 caliber and very dependable. I practiced loading and shooting it. I also loaded an extra cylinder and wrapped it in a cloth and carried it in my pocket for a quick reload. I learned to shoot and care for one of the Spencer rifles. Its worst drawback was that it was a short range proposition due to its trajectory. It would shoot a long distance, but there was a considerable amount of guess work. I knew she felt it and could tell she was excited with anticipation. I paused just a second to look at her, at her clit, her slit. I was ready, I wanted to suck and lick her. I wanted her to cum in my mouth.I slid my tongue over her clit, instantly she rose to meet my mouth and I heard a sharp intake of air. I kissed and licked her clit a few more times then moved to position myself between her legs. She was more than ready. She drew her legs up and spread them as well as she could, her pussy. "I do not wear widow's weeds at home, only in public. How is my old friend, Madam Von R--?" Very well," I said, undoing the row of small buttons that ran down the front of her tight-fitting dress. She did not seem to notice."She did not tell me she was sending such a large person," she smiled up at me as I concentrated on her buttons and the feel of her lush breasts against my hands."I think she enjoys surprising people," I said, peeling her bodice from her and tossing it onto a chair. She had.