From the windows there were lovely views of the Kentish countryside. He pointed out the battlements that could just be seen in the distance through th... trees."Hever Castle. " He named the place. Kate looked at him with interest."Hever Castle" She repeated. "Isn't that the place where Ann Boleyn lived?" Yes. It was owned by her family. Henry went there quite frequently; at first because her older sister was his mistress and later when he was courting Ann. " Kate smiled as she commented."It was. What's more, Monique wasn't even a paid whore. She was actually very rich. But her desires were such that she eventually depleted her fortune.She was fucked by thousands of men. Velda had been a prostitute for nearly ten years now, and could brag at taking on more than twenty cocks or so in a day's activities.But Velda could fuck her brains out for twenty years and never come close to the infinitesimal number of hard cocks that had perforated Monique's holes.The woman, for all her money, was a. I vaguely recognised him.He saw me and his mouth dropped open. "Allan?" he enquired after a long moment.I nodded."Allan, this is Keith Cuthbertson," said David. "He's another good friend. Your company has supplied him with stuff. He's a Private Investigator."I stood and shook his hand."You don't know me do you?" he said."No, Keith, I don't remember you, but my memory is coming back so I may soon." It's a bloody shame! God, they really went to town on you." Now to business," said David. He knew. The large ex-lineman pushed her back on the bed, her legs dangling off the side. He stood between her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed, laying his cock on her stomach as he did. When her little shaved cunt, with its mound of red fuzz was in position, the huge Black man took his long hard-on in one hand.“You got me ready too, Baby. Look how hard this black cock is.” The older man said, rubbing the wet tip of his long cock on her pink cunt, shaved smooth and lips glistening.Her.