“Then take a beverage, Mr Cornard” Mrs Hubbard suggested, “And I shall prepare the wench.”
Hugo indeed took a beverage, but a lime juice cordial rather than mead or porter, while he thought of Amelia, the soft swell of her bosoms, the graceful curve of her neck, her ruby lips, her curly blonde hair and he imagined her cries as he despoiled her. “No dear, it was the cruellest misdeed that gave Henry the Egyptian cock rot so soon after we married,” Lady Armitage continued, “But I made the best of it.”
“And now your whoring days are behind you?” Hugo enquired. Blowjob porn “But why,” Amelia pleaded, “You have no wife or family,” she pointed out though at barely twenty eight years of age Rufus had many years of freedom planned before he succumbed to the drudgery of marriage, “Why do you seek to evict us?”
He stared at Amelia, secure in the knowledge that his beard hid his emotions, “Because I can.”
“Then I shall defy you.” Amelia insisted.
