From the scent of rose petals and french water to the stench of unwashed nobility the full gamut pranced and lurched ludicrously about their mating ri...ual called 'Dance' in our barn now used as a ball room and as soon as I might I escaped to safer climes where father shared a few hands of cards with his cronies. Fitzroy, Grey, Marchington, Hendrick and father sat around the card table while a dozen others were drunkenly observing from their arm chairs.Father was drunk, Fitzroy was drunk,. We reached the disco and were enjoying and all of a sudden slow music started playing, so all of them grabbed their couples and started dancing on the floor and I alone was sitting at the bar and was having cold drinks as I don’t drink. I saw a girl in wicked black dress having vodka and coconut water and she looked like a girl who is alone at a time of a holiday and begging to get fucked she was a super hot chick with 34 25 30 figure looking smoking hot.I approached her by wishing her merry. The appearing characters should be treated with respect, whenever they exist beyond fiction. The work may or may not include safer sex, for your own good please have safer sex. The work may or may not include acts considered violent and/or abusive, please do not attempt to recreate them. This work may or may not include elements of domination and/or force, either physically or psychically (mental), please do not attempt to include this into your private sex sessions, unless given permission by. . what’s this?” I ask, lightly placing my fingertips on the bruised area. The girl’s breathing quickened and I noticed how her breathing was labored. I removed the cloth rag and quickly replaced it with my hand. I leaned in.“You’re not gonna scream. You’re not gonna try and escape ... Understand?” Shakily she nods and I feel the breath from on nostrils on my hand. Removing my hand she pleads immediately, “P-ple-ee, nn, d-do-” I clamp my hand back on, “Uh uh uh ... I didn’t say you could talk.”.