She considered what power for good would lie within her situation as Mistress of Pemberley and resolved that a disinterested and active care for the p...or would stand among her duties behind only her responsibility to Mr. Darcy and the care of any children with whom they might be blessed.So the season of engagement passed on for Elizabeth with general satisfaction. She strove always, and with tolerable success, to keep Mr. Darcy to herself or to her more presentable connections. She was pleased. I couldn’t hold back any longer I needed to sample my first black dick as I placed his heavy dick in my mouth, I sucked a little, and hmmm it tasted nice so I placed more of his dick in my mouth, I now had all his big fat cock head stuffed in there, I struggled at first as it was so big but then I worked out how to suck him easier, I then could take even more of him deep down my throat, Jeremy had his hand moving my hair out my face, Jeremy grabbed a bottle of bud from the side and started. "Even this?" he asked. "Yes," I said, "Anything you want." With that he scooped me up into his arms, and standing up, took me to the bed that was in the opposite corner of the room. As Mr. Steel laid me on the bed, I kicked my sneakers off to make it easier to get my pants all the way off. Mr. Steel pulled them off and then my undies. But left my white gym socks on. He was kneeling between my legs and rubbing his hands up and down my groin and all over my body. Finally he paused long enough. His life had been prolonged well beyond that of the proles and other menial classes, but at less than ninety years old he had still visibly aged. His hair was greying and he had less stamina than just twenty years earlier. The fucking that followed was joyless and perfunctory. Creativity in the amorous arts was scarcely encouraged, though the restrictive rules relating to sexual activity amongst the lesser classes didn’t apply to Paolo. He was free to fuck this woman in the arse, ejaculate on.