His first rough entry would have pushed me down had his strong hands not held me in place. He picked up a rhythm now with long strokes, hardly missing... a beat, going deeper with each stroke, pumping my poor pussy hard with his large heavy meat. “Phack, phack, phack, phack…” the tiny room echoed with the sounds, the squish of my wetness meshing into the loud slaps of our bodies making contact. I felt my perineum getting assaulted by those heavy balls, just the way I had imagined. My breasts were. I crossed to them with Sam and nodded to Jonathan, “Bring a crier. The duke commands that those responsible are to die slowly. Have strangle poles struck.”He blinked and looked at the merchants and nobles, “Perhaps I should speak with his grace.”I sighed and looked at Sam. She shrugged, “He might calm down.”I nodded and the sheriff turned and left. I looked at the two captains, “Strike the poles and get the crier just in case. At least four will be taking that trip for murder anyway. We also. The door had no sooner closed than she burst into sobs. I held her steady until she stopped.“Sorry, Jeeves. I thought I could deal with him as a formal parent, but I found myself seeing him as my Daddy. I am so soppy, Jeeves. Sorry.”“It was a perfectly natural reaction, Catherine. No matter what other way you view your parents, they are still Daddy and Mummy, and you will have that reaction at the thought of leaving him, possibly for a long time. Work on the basis that he will be back. But He stopped and spoke directly to her. He asked what her name was and she told him, he said his name was Butch Smithson, but she already knew that. After indroductions he asked if she might like to go out on a date with him. She excepted and they planned to meet up in the town square just after six the next night. All day long Salene thought of butch, he was so big and tall. He worked in the lumber mill and was quite a brute. She giggled to herself as she thought of his penis. It must be.