Just the briefest moan and she was his. I continued, “As I cannot exercise the droit de signeur and take my own daughters maidenhead I must delegate, and in view of Dr Legge’s heart condition, it must fall to you.”
Dr Legge protested, “My heart is strong as a horse,” he insisted. Anal sex In just one smooth moment she was his. A plan unfolded. “Actually, no, on the contrary,” I confided, “I am reasonably confident she has been plucked frequently by a servant, this is why she must wed, though if by any mischance she has not then we must reconsider the matter entirely. I continued, “Yes I understand, that you Mellors have been using my daughter like a whore?”
He stuttered, “I have never, I haven’t,” he shuffled awkwardly, “Never had carnal knowledge.”
“Not at all?” I continued, “Not with your lips on her shaven mound, your tongue in her moist slot, your cock between her firm mounds?” He blushed crimson. “He is an admirable fellow,” I suggested.
