’ ‘Yes, thank you.’ ‘That makes one of us. I myself could not sleep.’ ‘Was it the pain in your leg?’ ‘No, something quite different,�...� he laughed nervously. ‘I must say something to you, and I hope you do not think me mad.’ ‘What is it?’ He stepped forward to take my hands in his, looked into my eyes, and then haltingly he began to speak. ‘Anna, I did not sleep last night because I could not bear to let you out of my sight. I couldn’t close my eyes for fear of waking and finding you gone. I have. Mrs. Blacket took over the household again, and the Carters reclaimed their rooms.The old smoking room that had been Rupert Palmer’s, Harriet’s first and hated husband’s, had long been remodelled to Sir Anthony’s tastes, whilst the old study had remained Harriet’s special domain. One of the smaller second floor rooms had been converted into a dedicated bathroom with a modern douche bath, an ingenious invention Sir Anthony had come across during a visit to New Orleans in the former French colony. ’ I kissed between her perky breasts, and Shannon used her free arm to secure my head in place. ‘I think we should take this elsewhere,’ she whispered. We rose, dried off and let the tub drain. I guided her to the bed. ‘Your bruises will heal,’ I murmured, lying her down next to me. ‘Shannon, I’m just happy to be with you again.’ Shannon smiled. ‘Oh, Will. You always know just what to say.’ Her hand wrapped around my pole, and I teased her slit with a fingertip. She spread her legs slightly,. I had no plans on cumming, and I wanted to punish her for calling her daddy an a****l. I slapped her in the face and made her gag on my cock. I pressed on the back of her head until she begged for mercy. Every time I dominated her I could feel how much it turned her on. We stared into each others eyes and I sucked on her tongue. I wanted to make her feel like even more of a whore so I forced her to lick my asshole. "I'm gonna lick your ass like a little whore!". She screamed. Without even.