The Steamer’s iron clad wheels were soon crunching their way down the gravel drive as Alicia Vance headed off at speed, drawing cries from the hall�...�s peacocks as she sped past them through the gates of the estate.From a window on the first floor Harold, her husband, watched her leave. He hoped it heralded a quiet night, one where he would not be troubled by her quest for a child to continue the female line. It was hardly his fault, he thought, that so far he had only been able to sire sons.His. The first time I killed something (and it had been a mangy, scrawny wolf) I felt immediate remorse. It felt even worse when I shot down a human, even if it was a cutpurse. How could the others manage it? Over time, though, the killings werent of such emotional consequence. I could just shoot and wipe the blood from my hands and be done with it. I had to remember, though, who I was doing this for. Jarred, of course, because I wasnt returning back to my room at the inn, exhausted and bloody, to. After taking his seat, he looked around the oak-paneled courtroom paying particular attention to the people sitting at the plaintiff's and defendant's tables.At the plaintiff's table he focused on the woman sitting between three people who were obviously lawyers for the Department of Instruction, and found that he disliked her on sight. Although she was standing for his entry into the courtroom — the bailiff had ordered, "All please rise" — he couldn't tell how tall she was because of her. Its big and smooth, and the head is perfect, just like the dick that took my cherry tonight. You know, your hot husband Tommys cock! Can I please have this one? Patricia begged. Diane put it in the bag, then picked out an orange one of smaller size. Now we need a camel whip and a lashing whip with thin leather thongs. Someone may need to be punished, Diane winked. They put the whips in the basket, and moved to the handcuffs, tossing in two pair of fur-lined ones. Next, Diane took her slut over.