“So why has it taken what, nine days to report this?” I queried.“We knew not where to find you,” the mother said awkwardly. She was a sad dow...trodden grey woman in a grey shawl, aged beyond her years sadly.“So did you undertake research and find poor Geoffrey was the most eligable suitor?” I queried, “Or did you make a list of possible suitors and then steadily worked your way through it one fool at a time.”“My lord!” the mother protested but I knew I had rumbled them.“Very well, I shall. " Tony handed over the doctor's report from just that morning. It indicated an incompletely healed hairline fracture of the left cheek, the same for two cracked ribs, and scarring on her backside from being whipped with a thin rod of some sort. Tony waited and watched as various emotions played across Mr. Winslow's face until he settled decidedly on anger.He looked up at Tony shaking his head. "Twenty three years in this job and I never get used to this kind of thing." My guess, sir, is that if. “Oh my God, Saleem!! That feels so good- don’t stop” I remember saying and felt Saleem thrusting his now two fingers back and forth up to the 2nd knuckle at least breaching my ass ring. Honestly, I felt a lot of pain but the pleasure and the excitement was literally drowning me. “UURRRGGGHHH”. Suddenly I felt Saleem’s one hand on my balls which were extremely swollen. He brushed lightly on these precious jewels and then with a much tighter grip, milked my burning hot and fiery red cock.. She sat in front of the mirror and proceeded to dry her hair. As she combed it out, she began to hum to herself. It took me a while to recognize the tune, “Faith” by George Michael, an old favorite of mine. When the hair was done to her liking, she stood up and unwrapped the towel around her. I had to hold on to the hanging bar! Despite her stature, she had lovely, round breasts, without a sag in sight. There was not an inch of fat on her, and in the reflection of the mirror, I could see her.