Sadly, she's not here to dust the chandeliers or light the candles."A message from your father, Lord Aerin." she says, her head hung low. I take the m...ssage, and quickly dismiss her from my private quarters. I open the letter, revealing the grave news contained within:Dearest Aerin, I regret to inform you that I have been bested. Not by man nor beast, but by a damned foul disease. Too many drunken nights whoring, too many proud days away from the healer after battle, too many times not. ‘Ah, Miss Elsabeth, to what do I owe this pleasure.’ The portly brewer bowed low, his bald head shining with sweat. ‘Oh Roland, always gallant,’ she giggled. ‘Father says to fetch five extra casks up to the hall, we have more households coming to drink all your mead.’ ‘Zounds! Lucky we are coming to the harvest so I will have more wheat and honey coming in to brew, else these scoundrels would leave us dry!! Thank you for the message dear. Make sure you don’t sneak too many goblets of my brew. She looked up over her shoulder at the old man as he pressed his forehead and nose hard against her. She could feel his hot breath against her mouth as he reached around and squeezed her face tight.“What, you little fucking slut?”His other hand wrapped around her throat. Alice suddenly lost her train of thought again.“I… I…”Michael’s hand squeezed down on her throat even tighter.“You want some attention?”Alice's eyes grew wide and pouty. She felt like a little girl again when she looked up at. I just wanted to add this piece to my existing fantasy and badly needed to jack off. I jumped to my bed and closed my eyes, I was stroking my cock furiously, and I was murmuring her name and was fantasizing the whole thing again and wanted to culminate this fantasy by pumping her hard on that kitchen slab. Suddenly, I heard a faint moan and heavy breathing, I opened my eyes ( shit it happened right at the time when my thoughts had reached the most beautiful point where I force her back on that.