“So shall you mount me my lord?” she asked as she braced herself against the chaise longue whilst bent from the waist, her haunches bared, her bruised brown bud seemingly pouting. Anal sex “I say again she is most definitely not a whore Lord Blanchforth,” he insisted, “I imagine she is still very much a chaste woman.”
“No she is not, for I am among many who have ravished her,” I admitted. “You’ll hang for this!” the man protested. “She will never make a whore,” Madame said, “Take her home.”
“But Madame!” Grace protested, “I have tried my utmost.”
“Yes, come home,” I agreed. “Mr Selwyn Carrthers surmised she was father’s whore,” I explained, “I had no reason to doubt him.”
“You are naught but a fool Selwyn, never surmise check boy check!” Mr Carruthers senior insisted and though he were an octogenarian and the son a had good sixty summers yet he still called the younger man ‘Boy’
Ah,” I agreed, “Then perhaps I was mistaken?”
“And you ravished an innocent?” Mr Carruthers the older asked.
