So small, so tight! It seemed quite unreasonable of Paul to propose to cane it! Was he banking on her taking the alternative? Having seen Scott fuckin... her that way, was Paul keener to do the same, or did he really intend to cane her?"So, young lady, you let your brother fuck you in the ass?" Yes, sir, sorry sir."He could tell from her voice that she was really getting into this. He was tempted to run his fingers in between her legs, see how wet she was, but didn't want to distract her. He. He wanted his turn at the soon to be soaked woman.His orders were simple for the night. Just keep the camera where it was and enjoy the show. He stepped to the side, glaring over the crowd all stepping up to the plate one at a time. Though his main attention was on the fact that unlike most of the women he filmed, this one in particular seemed to get more and more into things as the number continued to climb with the number of men over her body.His eyes glazed over, watching the woman pleasure. ” “Soft hours of tender idleness Await both you and me For splendid colours of forgetfulness Now clothe the placid sea, Banishing our cares and sorrows And all that makes us weep, As the sea from the sunset borrows A veil to hide the deep. Soft hours of tender idleness For you and me to share, Upon our sea of joyfulness, A sea beyond compare. With tender sighs and sweet caresses I strive to honour you And with hours of languid kisses Upon our sea of blue. I have entranced him. I knew at that moment, I was in trouble. A cold shiver went through me, but no one noticed as they were occupied exchanging pleasantries.There were two things that meant sure death in France these days. One was sedition. Being unfaithful to the King meant a quick end. The other thing was being married to a stunningly beautiful woman, or perhaps having an extraordinarily beautiful mistress. And if you had both, you'd better watch your back. I could see by the Cardinal's expression I needed to do.