“I'm sor-RY daddy!” she squealed as I rammed forward.As I set up a steady rhythm, pulling back slowly, then thrusting in hard, she yelped with eve...y thrust and began to chant “I'm sorry!” with every thrust and tugging on her nipples. After a few minutes of chanting with every thrust, she just sort of devolved into mauling her tits and mumbling “I'm sorry...” over and over. Meanwhile I had evolved from a slow and fierce rhythm to a fast, savage pounding of her anus. There was blood crusting. ”She smiled. “So, the received wisdom is that Sylvia batted for both teams and I did look to see if I could find any suggestion that she and Isabella had been lovers but, I couldn’t. Now, one of my colleagues at UCL did a lot of work on Grafton the MP and among his papers was a journal kept by his wife, Sylvia. Journals were very popular then and thank God they were because they are fabulous sources.”I told her that I had found that with Dr Martin’s journal as summarised by Dr Tufnell.“Now,. I bet her juices were in full flow under her petticoat. I took off my shirt and belt and was only in my jeans. As she was waiting, i took the wine bottle and we both headed to the bedroom. She went and sat at the bed aimlessly. she was too excited and pleasured in very short time and had gone into complete pleasure mode. i kept the wine bottle and chocolates on the side table and made her lay on the center of the bed.I now sat on her and pinned her arms wide and looked into her eyes. I said. Savren rose and brought a goblet of wine to her parched lips. He brought her head up so she could sip. Her eyes flickered from the wine to his face, and the scars that decorated his neck. She started to move away, but he held her close."It is okay my Lady." I did that to you..." It is okay."She shook her head. "I hurt you terribly." I love you."Her eyes widened slightly at his statement, and she could taste the truth of it. The wine was cut with his own blood."What happened to you was.