The staff at the manor never lasted long when she lived there and those who did had a sigh of relief when she passed the manor onto Master Paul and mo...ed to the family estate in the northwest. He too, had a sigh of relief when his mother left the manor. Opening his wardrobe, Master Paul looked at the garments that hung within, pushing the padded hangers back and forth along the rail. Nothing that hung there pleased him. He shut the wardrobe and moved to his bed. The summer night’s breeze blew. ” Arthur groaned as he thrust his cock hard into her and then pressed his lips against hers. He cut short her cry of delight at feeling him deep inside her. Arthur was so much better than Alan at fucking her. Some try to tell you that size didn’t matter but Crystal knew the difference between a big one and a small one. She knew what size filled her; what size stretched her and what size brought the most intense orgasms. Arthur’s was so much superior to Alan’s and all other men she had fucked. . Just as I was regaining my wits I saw a woman runner lying on the street, holding her leg and crying. I ducked under the ropes keeping the spectators off the course and ran over to her.“Please, help me, I need to get to the finish line,” she cried.“We need to get you some medical attention,” I said, taking off my jacket to wrap around her leg.“No, no, I have to, have to finish, for my husband,” she finally gasped out.I didn’t know why at the time, but the mention of her husband left me vaguely. It seeps it way through my veinsand coats every inch of my interior. I can no longer controlmyself. I must scream. Dr. Joram smiles at me. "Perhaps you'll understandsooner," he laughs, "things move quickly once you hit thispoint." His smiling face is the last thing I see before losingconsciousness. * * * When I was ten I broke my arm. I was in the hospitalfor several nights, hooked to a device that slowly dripped aclear, heavenly ambrosia into my.