"What do you think you're doing to my daughter, young man?" You prime yourself to make a quick exit but you keep your cock buried inside Mia. "I'm pre...ty sure I'm fucking her, ma'am." She slaps you across the face. "No swearing!" Then her eyes drop down to your cock, which is half-buried in her daughter. "He looks nice and big, darling. Is he a good lover?" Mia shakes her head in disbelief and doesn't answer. Her face has turned beet-red with embarrassment. "I made her cum already," you chip in. "Charles, you have no lands, no alliances, no ships or mines."Fuck."I see." I breathed out a long, slow, mournful sigh. "And your future husband must have those, mustn't he?" I tried not to be bitter. I really did.She nodded. "Do you have a say, or is it just your father?" I wanted clarification, or an excuse to cause me more pain. I'm not sure which."I can only say no." My heart was being stabbed with something rather large and dull. Repeatedly.At least she had some say. That made me feel a. What is love anyway? It’s just a feeling. He had feelings for her but she didn’t have feelings for him. When most men never want to commit, he was ready to ride off in the sunset with her, only there was a hitch and a fly in the ointment. ‘Houston there’s a problem. May Day! May Day! Negative to love. It’s a no go. Abort the mission and scrub the relationship.’ She sat there with the look of a woman who had been badly beaten before being brutalized emotionally, physically, and sexually. As if. .Jessica heard this nazi bitch von Rauh behind her, and the cable on the ground moved. Isabelle must have taken something the cable was connected to.The major had chosen one of her favourite toys: two polished metal rods, twelve inches long, two inches in diameter. From one end of each chrome-shining pole ran an insulated copper wire into the thick main cable.She held the rods at the wires in one hand next to Jessica’ face:?I think you are smart, so you can tell that your next adventure is.