"Slap them lad, show her who's in charge!" I ordered and so he slapped her rump, "Enough, she just needs a simple lesson." I ordered as my discomfort ...became intense, "Let her up!" I ordered and I went to seek the cook who now lay face down on her kitchen floor sobbing."What did you mean about Lady Marjorie?" I asked."Everybody knows, her and Frobisher used his stuff and my turkey baster to get that kid, your brother wasn't nothing but a sod!" I suspected as much," I said, "So she cuckolded. In the end I decided against it, mainly because his friends were noisy and boisterous, which I didn’t think suited my current mood. Instead I treated myself to bottle of Pomerol and sat down to read a book I’d picked up the same time as I’d purchased ‘Mort’. It was an autobiography of Roy Keane (a soccer player), though not a favourite of mine, I did respect what he’d done in the game, and has he’d played for the unique genius that was Brian Clough, I thought it worth a read. About half past. The feeling of absolute control and ownership of Sarah’s body and her wanton responses to his advances were too much for him and he soon felt the pressure in his balls build to a boil. So, before long, without so much as a grunt, he began to cum inside Sarah’s cunt. He continued to pump his spewing cock in and out of her as jet after jet of semen flew into her abdomen, with no small amount of incentive from her contracting pussy, the pleasure filling his entire body from his toes to the top of. All the time I worked for him, we were lovers. But I didn’t want to move away, but over the last six months I found that I miss him a lot. I had to try you at least once, but I know that he is the man for me. You can take it out now, or if you want or you can finish up.’ ‘I’ll take it out on one condition. Otherwise I’m going to fuck you so long and hard you’ll be way to old to move to Florida. I want you to stick around long enough for me to get a replacement. Would you do that for me?’ Joe.