Next he had her on her back, legs wide apart playing with her clit and poking one finger into her cunt hole, then two and finally three – God that f...lt GOOD! She had almost forgotten where she was when she heard a buzzing sound from the side of the bed. Coming back to reality with a jump she saw he was holding a 10 inch vibrator with a 4 inch girth and it was buzzing angrily in his hand. Without a word she grabbed the toy and after a few wipes across her pussy to moisten it, shestarted feeding. ”“I merely wish to make your acquaintance,” Mr D’arcy explained in exasperation.“Why? do you not desire to compare me carnally to a wide variety of other young ladies before making your choice of bride?” Miss Eliza enquired.“Indeed not madam,” Mr D’arcy explained somewhat painfully, “I merely wished to enquire if I might shoot a few of your pheasants as I fear I have slaughtered the vast majority of those at Manderley and the season has hardly begun.”“Indeed shoot away for we have peasants far. “That's you, isn't it.”“It is.” Carolyn was an artist. She painted everything. Walls, villages in Afghanistan, our friends. She gave out paintings to friends and as payment for big favors. Most of all, she painted me. She painted me sleeping. She painted me reading. She painted me cleaning my M-16. And this time she had painted me right after fucking. I remembered, I was sitting cross-legged in our living room and she came in with just an artist's smock and a smile, her body still shiny from. ?Sit up straight,? she barked. ?I thought that plug would held improve your posture. You must need a larger one.? Jumping painfully when her cousin came in, Harriet blanchedat the thought of something even bigger in her rear passage. ?Oh,no, ma?am. I?ll do better.? ?You better. Now, show me what you?ve managed to do thismorning.? For the next while, she read over the work that Harriet had done. Sheglanced up at the knock on the door. ?Yes?? she called. One of the maids stepped into the room..