He asked me, what type of porn do i like? i said all types then he asked do i like watching an older guy having fun with younger girl?I understood why...did he asked that, so just to tease him i said YES i like that too. He was in happy mood i guess after knowing my answer is Yes. Now we use to chat about sex and all adult talks. i use to enjoy that too and he use to share all porn pics. One day he asked me for my pic, i told that you have seen me then why do you need my pic? he told that he. She carried a riding crop which she used on my bottom to stop me tarrying as we walked to the main house and followed the stairs down to the dungeon where I was seated on a hard bench overlooking the torture floor. The bench soon filled with all the secretaries and high level maids. I was looked upon with distain because they considered me to be well below their station. All of them were dressed in similar corsets as I was with stockings and seven inch heels. I noticed that they had much more. Yet, she prevailed. When he saw that she was calm again, he continued.“Harriet, your father said something this evening, before your arrival. Does this sword bother you? I know it is a reminder of my journey to Cartagena and all that which happened during that journey.”Harriet wagged her head. “My feelings are mixed. Seeing you with that magnificent weapon, seeing the envy of other men, gives me pride. Knowing that it is a gift from the man whose wife you bedded makes me resent it. Tell me. Of course I was also in a constant internal debate as to what I was possibly thinking, and how could I even be aroused at the idea of wearing my daughter's outfit to go and meet up with a man to fuck me. I felt like the worst possible person, but I also knew just how amazing I felt before, during, and after my sessions with Jerome. In the end my lust and desire always won out in the debate, which would usually lead to me needing to play with myself some, or wipe up to keep from dripping all.