Vagabonds first the peasantry threw themselves on my mercy, “Have mercy sir!” they cried. XXX “And my forgiveness?” I asked, “For I own your parts are most uncommonly pleasant to enfill.”
“I,” she said, “I,” and waves of pleasure engulfed her as my seed burst forth flooding her parts entirely. My member stirred mightily and it was her fingers scrabbling at my breeches, pulling them to my knees and over my boots. “Whore more like,” a wag insinuated. “You could no more ravish me than fly to the moon.” she averred. “Oh but I have,” I reminded her, “Very willing, wanton indeed.”
“I have no choice,” she insisted. “Is it true you are a sodomite then?” Father asked as he wandered into the study unannounced.
Actors:
Heather Vahn
