It fucking hurt and generated another orgasm and still he kept going thrusting hard and fast. As Captain Kirk would say going where no man had gone b...fore. My tits had been released, but now he was pushing my head back, using my hair as reigns. His balls slapping against me, faster and faster he went until with an almighty thrust he came inside me. I collapsed dishevelled in torn open clothing, my skirt rucked around my waist, my tits out as they dressed.“You have missed the last train. My apologies, love. Gaston, could you fetch the tea for ourguests?" Julian said.With a slight nod and a curt "oui," the little Frenchman hurried out ofthe room. What had that been about? Julian had his own servants, andsince when had Lady Varnham staffed only Frenchmen? I felt a bit ill as Iwatched the glassy-eyed stares of my friends, two of whom were nowdecidedly different in ways I couldn't quite make out."Not sure why you'd prefer a servant who can barely speak the language,"Frederick said,. Maybe if they were dating, she would have believed him more, but it saddened her to think he did not want to get close to any woman, including her. Subtle hints from her about dating did not go anywhere with him and from their discussions, he had made it quite clear he never wanted to marry again. One time, she playfully batted her eyes and asked, ‘You wouldn’t even consider marrying me?’ ‘As tempting as that would be,’ he laughed, ‘I couldn’t bear for you to be my third ex.’ ‘How do you know. I must have asked Joanne to marry me at least a dozen times over the years, but she would always say something like, “Why do you want to risk ruining a great relationship by getting married?” or “We’re really happy the way we are. There’s plenty of time for that later on. Let’s just leave it for now.” She probably had her reasons, but then Joanne was very much her own person. I finally got her to come round, after nearly seven years together, and she let me slip an engagement ring on her.