Unlocking the cuffs, I pull your wrists over your head. I lock them to a wooden frame under the barrel. Up on your tiptoes now, your body stretches to... reach the ground.Tying each ankle to the wooden frame, I seek to hold your legs spread wide. I now step behind you. Flinching, you attempt to press your creamy thighs together. I don't react to your self protective movement. Clutching hold of your panties, I rip them off. The material abrades your thighs and roughly brushes your clit. The. ...!She was taller then me, reaching a decent 5'6.Most of which appeared to be leg.Shapely, goregous legs.I could stare at her all day.Which I appeared to be doing, since I didn't even remember to duck whenshe tossed over the first balloon.It hit me right in the chest, making a wet sound as it burst and the water inside cascaded down my ample chest, soaking my topand part of my bottoms too as the cold liquid was pulled downby gravity. Serena giggled, and I scrowled."That's what you get for. I kneaded and pawed at her round 34C breasts as I pistoned myself inside of her at a low tempo, but with great force. As I continued to nail her to the table, I continued to explain. “My sweet mother, you’ve lived most of your life without me telling you what to do, and so has Lydia. I don’t want to control you or use you for other’s amusement or any of that other disgusting crap you just said! I want you both as mine forever! I want to push my cock in both of you every day until I can’t. It fit neatly in the pocket of a Victorian overcoat. It gave me a sense of security, even though I knew that I would get my ass kicked if I ever tried to use it.Also, Dickens, who would have died a mere 18 years before our arrival date, had it closer to correct. If you had money you had privilege and if you didn’t your life was unspeakable hardship. So, we also brought a fortune in gold sovereigns.We used authentic coins. The nice thing about gold is that it never rusts, or ages. So, it was.