"Jo continued doing it."Who is it?" I said."Excuse me... it's Philip Dunstan. I'm looking for my wife. Have you seen her at all?" Oh god," Jo said."I ...old you not to stop." I twisted her hair and put her gasping mouth back where it had been. "She's busy," I said to the door."What?"Jo was moaning softly."I said your wife is busy. She'll be down soon." I don't -- what is she doing?" Sucking my cock," I said.Jo made a wild gasping sound. I kept her from moving."I -- what did you say?" Go away."A. The notorious Hellfire Club, founded by Sir Francis Dashwood, would gather at the George and Dragon Hotel before moving their activities later in the night to the nearby West Wycombe caves.One night after closing time, Susan, the Inn's pretty, young, and obviously naive barmaid agreed to go with them. Maybe she fell in the darkness and hit her head (as was the official report), or maybe she was beaten and raped (as seems probable given the company she was with). The truth will probably never be. .'good girl' you soothe as you continue to carress my skin..'your daddies favourite...' tears run down my face as the pain starts to subside, and you withdraw, you're still so gentle with me and I trust you with my life..but as you slam deep back into me quickly, my body stiffens in shock and I cry out again...'mmm....' I whisper as you bring your cock in and out of my unexplored hole quickly..'Good girl' you repeat over and over with every motion and I whimper again...'no daddy.... don't. As I take you into my mouth, my hands pump up and down your shaft, fingers loving the feel of the pulsing organ, the ridged flesh. Caressing and massaging your big, heavy balls. Sucking you in deeper, feeling strong hands on my head, gentle but trembling…and I know you want thrust hard into my mouth. Carefully, I pull back, still sucking as hard as I can, till I release you from my mouth. Standing, I lead you to the soft grass beside the path. I lie down, and hold out my arms to you, bending my.