Early one morning, she was on her way back from the river with two buckets of water when she spied a bundle of rags at the side of the path. On closer...inspection, she discovered it was the huddled sleeping body of a young woman covered in dirt and grime."Wake up, mistress, there will be folk on this road shortly and you look most discombobulated."The mass of matted hair and shredded clothing moved and a pretty face under the coat of grime looked up with some degree of consternation."Where am I?. Howard. Please have them set it up and let me know what arrangements you are able to make.” Sometime soon I would meet the scion of some impossibly rich, foreign born, woman and spend an evening squiring her about town. Unusually, for me, I completely forgot about Daphne Bergendorf and concentrated on my father’s and grandfather’s holdings.Out of the blue I received two visitors one morning.“Lord Terrance,” It was the butler. “You have an official visitor, Sir. Chief Younger, from MI-6 and his. No! Stop," she moaned. "I'm a virgin." All the better," James growled out as he grabbed his cock with one hand and held her wrists down together over her head. He nudged himself to her entrance where he pushed a bit forcefully. He popped in and he felt his body shiver. She was incredibly tight, the warmth of her virgin pussy closed in all around him. She whimpered and fought against his hands, but she was too inebriated from the alcohol. James moved his hips, all 7 inches of his dick pulling. He emphasized they were his Orioles. This kept on for almost a half-hour before the two men left the room.Wow, my arms hurt and I could tell my wrists were going to be sore. This wasn't good and I didn't know how I could prove I didn't do anything when I haven't done anything remotely like messing with kids.It must have been about thirty to forty minutes later when I heard a lot of yelling outside the door to the interrogation room. The door opened and the two detectives and two other people.