Martyr-time. And guess who would get to pay?It was just like old-home time. Polly stormed off into her room. The only difference was she didn't beat t...e shit out of me first. No, there was a critical other difference as well: she didn't slam the door to her room behind her. I supposed she was afraid it might make the whole damn house collapse.So there I sat in the livingroom twiddling my thumbs. The chair facing the doorway to her bedroom. With Polly in full view as she reached to her waist and. She felt there warm cum shooting deep into her pussy as well as down her throat and overflowing down her chin. When the men were finished the too who had fucker her left the room and two more entered and just as before one of the new men stood to the side and the man who had whipped her before took position at her back and the other new man stood at her head. Susan’s despair was complete as she realized this would continue endlessly. But her thought was cut short as the she felt her tight ass. Finally it stopped and the King climbed down, helped out by two Guards, Rosemary and Charlotte. Paula guessed that these were His Majesty's replacements for Roberta and poor dead, heroic Anna. Not a bad choice! Next to the original pair, they were the ones Paula would have chosen."Paula! I came especially to see you! May we come in to your Uncle's house. Paula knelt before him."Your Majesty is welcome. Our house is honoured by your presence, Sir!" Get up, please, my dear! We're old friends, you. ’Now if that were me I’d be willing to take that compromise. But Carly is turning out to be nothing like me. I could see the anger and confusion in her face as she stood up and pushed her way to her bedroom, tears welled in her eyes, and my heart pumped faster and faster as I could see how upset she had become.‘Fine!’ she screamed. So loud even the neighbours might hear her.‘Denny, we’re done. I thought you loved me. I love you and you’re going to choose her over me? That’s fine. I don’t care.