In any event, I was now twenty-four years of age, and a Captain in His Majesty's army, a far cry from the sixteen year old apprentice scrivener caught...poaching on his estate.Lord Brownlow was very affable and friendly; he offered me a cigar, gave me a glass of wine and bade me tell him the complete story of Quatre Bras. I did as best as I could, taking sips from my glass as I relived the memories of that terrible day. When I ended my story there was a long, heavy silence. Eventually his. Meanwhile, his shaft throbbed and grew ever larger under it's own power.He still didn't understand. Then again, I didn't understand my own feelings, the wanting and not wanting, both at the same time."What do you want me to do?" I asked."Lay back and let me fuck you!" he growled."So, be a man. Rape me." I blurted it out, just like that, not knowing where the thought came from.He turned his head back to me, his face now a concerned question-mark. He probably thought he misheard me.I was in some. Then she lowered the head until it was blasting water onto her stomach. She giggled to herself slightly, because it tickled. She continued lowering the shower head until it was level with the top of her pussy. She lowered it some more until the water was directly spraying on her slit. "Ah!" There was a sharp sting that shocked her but then it became a massaging feeling that made her feel like she was urinating, but it felt good, really good. Erica widened her legs and propped her right one. I could only read it since I received my new Class. I wasn’t able to at first.“Jason, you have been feeding me all of those curses, just for this. Haven’t you?”“I may have,” I tried to plead innocence.“You are beautiful, for a skinny white boy.” Glancing lovingly at her boyfriend, “He is almost as good of a person as you are.”“Jason Blakely. Hero. We accept a place at your side. Thank you for saving me. Thank you for healing my scar. Thank you for giving me a job. Thank you for giving me hope.”.