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“My. She lived about a km from my house. We got closer used to share Tiffin and slowly the friendship grew. We started talking more frankly and cracking jokes n stuff. The slowly she started opening up and that’s when I seriously started to try and get a glimpse of her cleavage or shape..what ever I could. The one day whilst we were going home she said that it would be great if I could drop in to her house. It was a casual invitation but then she said that I need not worry as there was no body at. “No! No, please not there!” she cried out, but it only earned her a hard slap on her bum. I then pushed my fingers back into her and leant forward and, with the other hand, massaged one of her luscious breasts, and whispered, “That’s the thing about being my submissive, you have to take whatever I give you. I am going to give you four hours of ecstasy, but I will give it to you however I decide, and when I am finished with you, you will thank me and come back as often as you can for the delight. Then, quite surprisingly and unexpectedly, James Carr’s daughter married a widower who had a new-born son — the mother having died giving birth. Viscount Markham died a week after the wedding, his title and land being inherited by his three-month-old adopted grandson, whose father’s name had been changed to Carr by deed poll. The Prince Regent was furious, and tried by all means to have the marriage and deed poll revoked, but to no avail. A year later the daughter produced a son with her newly.