They tasted of nothing, the water was refreshing and cool on my lips.Whatever it was, it was working damn fast. Even before I had reached the door, I ...elt my legs go wobbly, my limbs felt like jelly. It was hard to focus, even to keep my eyes open. I felt hands on my body, a cold surface beneath me, then darkness swallowed me.“...overdone it a bit.” The words reached my brain as from far away. They made no sense, but I had a feeling that I should know the voice. My father, telling someone I had. The cleaners dealt with floors and windows, and also the dusting and polishing. They worked their way around the house, one room at a time.I enquired about the polishing of the silver, and was informed that this task belonged to the butler from now on, at Mr. Dawes’ instructions, due to the high value of some items. I indicated my approval of this decision.I turned to the delicate question of answering the front door.“Mr. Jones, have you been given any training in answering the front door? I. Hayley answered by smiling and leaning in, and then everything was a blur. The second my lips touched Hayley's, I pulled myself up against her, feeling her warm, slightly damp body press against mine. I couldn't resist the urge to grab her small but sexy boobs while I made out with her, my mind too busy still processing the gangbang from earlier tonight to really grasp the fact that I was making out with Hayley Williams.Those carnal urges continued to overpower me, not that I would have wanted. (It was, you may recall, a tradition among the Pilgrims and other religious types in that part of the country to give their children names -- allegorical or otherwise -- that would hopefully influence them in their future lives.)"Do you intend to leave me alone with these two, Master Gaoler? I know not about Mistress Chastiy, but I am quite certain that Widow Drifted Snow here would do me a mischief if given the chance..." his prisoner said to that official, ignoring the sniff the Widow.