As I reach the main road, a cyclist has a good look as he passes, but there's no reaction. I don't know what to make of that. I head north, the road i... empty apart from the occasional car. I'm loving being out in the world as I've wanted to for so long. I hear a car behind me slowing. It pulls up beside me and the window drops down, "you need a ride, princess?", I bend over and lean into the window and smiled, "only all night, Sir". He opens the door to me, and just as we'd arranged earlier,. She apologized for not letting me know sooner. It wasn’t exactly something she wanted to tell me in a letter or message, and it was only recently that he was old enough to travel safely. Hearing that I had gone to Paris, she followed in a carriage, changing horses in every town and riding up to twenty hours a day to arrive before I left so she could tell me. That day I met David Unwen Whitehorse, my son.The only thing upsetting me was that she wanted to name our son as her heir. She was. “You have a lot to learn about being a good cock whore and little girl dyke in my very special pervert’s club.” Mr. Tobias was panting harder now as he spoke to me.I was growing more confused by what was happening. It sounded as if he liked this and wanted me to be bad and that this was going to be going on for a long time. I really wasn’t sure what he wanted, but I would soon find out. He again pulled out until just the head was in and he worked it in and out of me like that for a long time as. It would be a performance truly fit for Gods, if only for a limited audience. Nevertheless he felt he would genuinely enjoy crushing the fools utterly; they would offer a fitting diversion indeed.He had been absorbed in these thoughts for a rather discomforting period of time, the Inquisitor hanging by his ever word and even their absence. None dared break the forced uneasy silence and his apparently thoughtful concentration. The prisoner stirred, awaking from a merciful sleep.His moans drew.