The Foole did politely ask me to turn my back so he could work his special magic, but releasing the internal electronic locks took him less than a min...te. When I heard a distinct metallic 'click' as the door unlocked itself and slightly swung free on its hinges I could tell that Foole was now nearly as exhausted as I was!"That one was a bitch! Without a doubt the nastiest door lock I've ever opened! There are wired explosives behind the wood paneling all down this hallway, set to go off if any. True, she’s married, but what does that mean these days. I hear that she’s a sponsor herself, so you can help her recruit one of the ladies here as her second concubine, which will give further hope to our resident women who haven’t been chosen yet. Yes, great plan, in fact! Make sure to give her what you can. This just keeps getting better by the day, and I will miss you very much when you are picked up, you know,” Margret assured me with a hot, wet kiss as I pulled out of her twat.“Me, too. I. I liked you right away. I want you to have me." He started to fuck me. Lifting his hips and withdrawing his big cock until only the head remained inside my body. Then down again. Thrusting into me. "I want to kiss you while we fuck, Luke." I relaxed my hold on his neck so he could raise his head. His lips went to mine. I opened my mouth and felt his tongue enter it. His cock pumping into my ass seemed to take on additional urgency. His hands went around behind me. My legs were still on his. At this time, the crinoline was de rigeur for any fashionably-dressed young lady. Normally the crinoline skirts kept their shape by means of a thick, heavy bell-shaped horsehair petticoat, itchy and uncomfortable in wear. The tendency of the crinoline to rise up and reveal an embarrassing amount of lower limb had led to the wearing of under-drawers, (not so long ago the exclusive province of women of easy virtue), and straight petticoats that clung to the legs, minimising embarrassing.