Weak and tottering footsteps resounded across the chamber above me, and the next instant a dull, heavy weight seemed to fall powerless on the staircas.... I had not yet fully recovered consciousness, when again I heard groans, mingled with half-stifled cries, as if from persons engaged in a deadly struggle. A cry more prolonged than the others and ending in a series of groans effectually roused me from my drowsy lethargy. Hastily raising myself on one arm, I looked around, but all was dark; and. In the end, my wife's cunt took such a beating to the extent that she could barely contain the three men's cum from flooding copiously out of her yawning hole.Even without spreading her legs apart after each man had fucked her, all she could manage was to slightly contract her cavernous hole, reducing the generous flow of cum mixture to a small dribble. It was such a beautiful sight to behold as the three guys busted my wife's pussy wide open by subjecting it to their repeated mauling. Right. ?I would wed thee, Elizabeth Plowman,? he said simply. ?Wilt thou have me?? For a moment Elizabeth gave him no answer. Then, seeing Lady sitting at Seth’s feet, she stooped and removed the dog’s collar. Dropping to her knees, Lady’s collar in the palms of her hands, she offered it up to him, her head bowed. ?Take me, husband! Here is a collar for me!? she whispered, then felt the smooth leather, still warm from the dog’s neck, slide around her own. Seth raised her to her feet, and they kissed.. It does explain why I was so happy to get the call from a movie company operating out of the research triangle park. “Hello,” I said to the unknown caller. “The is Ed Rogers.”“Mr Rogers, I hear you are a story researcher,” The male voice suggested.“Actually, I do all kinds of research,” I explained.“Even better,” he said.“So what can I do for you?” I asked.“I need you to find someone for me,” he said.“First of all who are you, and why do you want to find this person?” I asked.“I’m Timothy.