Though there still might be a consequence for y’all. You terrorized a whole damn town, after all. Why is Murphy’s Diner closed, by the way? Did yo... shut it down?” I demanded.“Not me personally, but it was n... , “ Eric started to say, but I shut him up with the back of my hand.“Don’t ever let me catch you saying that damn word, you racist prick! Who owned it and are they still alive?” I insisted.“The owner ... Ray Murphy ... he married a n ... Negress ... He was white himself. A race traitor,. When I stopped for gas I called ahead and managed to get a site to use that had electric and water.As I was checking in I was told that the following night some local musicians would be putting on a bluegrass show. The locals usually put out a buffet as well and only ask for a small donation. I decided to spend a second night figuring I could see what was nearby during the day and get some laundry taken care of.The next evening I went over to the building that had the bluegrass show. Inside. Dunrossiter was not overly surprised by this turn of events. She had been a virgin at this time yesterday, and some pain was to be expected. Well, that was what the servant girls were good for, in any case. “Certainly, my dear. Perhaps later, after a nice soothing bath?”“Oh, thank you, sir.” She smiled at the Earl and said, “Yes, milord, I’m sure I’ll be better by this evening. I’m sorry, darling.”“Of, course, Katherine, go back to sleep now.” Dunrossiter stood and wrapped his dressing gown. As Jake aggressively sucked one of her swollen pink nipples into his mouth, he pinched the other between his fingers, rolling it back and forth. As he worked furiously on her nipples, Ms. Jensen freed his aching cock. Jake’s cock, wet with pre-cum, throbbed as it was released. Ms. Jensen lowered herself to her knees between Jake’s legs and began lightly kissing the tip of his swollen cock, tasting his pre-cum. Jake leaned back in the chair as she kissed down the length of his erect tower to his.