“I say, Mary is no whore, she is my, ah,” I blustered, I knew not what to say, Mary had kindly eased my tension on numerous occasions, I never questioned why. Porn sex “Shall you sleep beside me tonight?” I asked. “Decorum,” she laughed, “ It was you who had your member waving around and spewing forth your seed over the balustrade a moment ago.”
“Please, that should remain between ourselves,” I urged. “Don’t worry on my part, you can have your way with her standing on your heads for all I care,” Bunty opined. Fortunately the horses survived, though he did not. “Did you not explain who was asking?” I demanded
“But of course,” Mary declared. “I expected more, more fireworks,” she said sadly, “But it felt so ordinary, and now I am ruined.”
“Ordinary, comfortable,” I agreed, “Nice, pleasant, like a walk through the woods, something to repeat endlessly for the pleasure.”
We arrived at my home. We returned to the Ball room, the angel from earlier was still attracting everyone’s attention but some of my fire was now sated. “Are you comfortable?” I asked. However what I had not expected was that Mary had gone in search of the delectable “Lady Eliza Crawford.”
The first I knew of it was the said Lady Eliza appeared before me, demanding to know what I had said about
