The interior of Lady Cordelia’s castle was impressive in Rowena’s opinion because it had a lot more finery and valuable furnishings lacking in her...father’s modest estate. Of course, the years in the Holy Land and the ravages of constant harassment by the minions of the Sheriff in search of expanded tax revenues whittled away the generations-old collection of personal property all sold by the tax collector without permission of the absentee owner. Rowena was too young to understand the process. She scooted over as close to him as she could, wrapping her arms and her leg around him. She kissed him, long and deep. Tears were streaming down her face. "That is the best thing I've heard in my life. I was worried about how to tell you what I'd been like, before, and the things that I had to do. I can tell you the whole story, if you want. The only thing painful, is when I had to give up my baby. I was in my 4th month, and the doctor said it was a boy. I never saw him, or got to tell him I. That was going to be part of the fun. However before that could happen she had to create the nursery. This step would take great time and care. The first thing she had planed out for the nursery was a crib. She looked through thousands of books. Each containing about 8 pictures a page with 40 pages a book. The books were arranged with cribs from 2001 to all the way back in the 1810's.The crib that Jenny had finally chosen was a rounded crib. It contained 4 poles. 3 of the poles were stars and. I gasped for breath as he began to thrust into me, each movement bringing first pleasure and pain, and then only pleasure. "Akila," he breathed in my ear. "Your pussy is so tight... it grips my cock like a glove." I was lost somewhere outside of rational thought. I clung to him as he rocked against me, surrounding me and filling me. He played my body like a violin virtuoso, and my body crescendoed and vibrated in a near-perpetual orgasmic state. It went on for a long time, the endless plunging.