He slipped his hand in his pocket so naturally that she barely noticed it, and she certainly made no connection between that action and the next extre...mely surprising event."Eeek!" she cried out. The object embedded in her sex had begun to vibrate just like her favorite phallus-shaped toy that he allowed her to play with as a treat when he felt she had been a particularly good girl. The vibrations continued for three seconds and then stopped."Oh, my goodness! How often does..." she was cut off. Eleanor has lived her entire life being pampered in a spacious manor in London, England. Though she wants for no physical possessions, her heart aches for a freedom that thus far has been denied to her. After all, an English noblewoman has expectations, and hers' come in the form of a young man named Charles Tarell. Charles Tarell is Eleanor's betrothed, and is the eldest son of a wealthy member of the East India Company. Their betrothal is meant to seal a partnership between their fathers,. Jese ki husn ki mallika aagai ho, unhone lal rang ki saree pehni thi aur low cut blouse, agust ka maheena tha aur baarish ka suhana mausam aur hawa me bhi kuch tharak thi, mene unhe welcome kia aur jese hi wo meri mummy k per chune k liye jhuki, mene dekha unke cleave ko, jisse mera lund tight ho gaya….Fir aam party ki tarah sharab aur kebab ka daur chala..sab masti me jhoom rhe the aur dance b ho rha tha…mene fatafat is baat ka fayada uthaya aur chahci ko bhi dance floor pe le aaya aur unke. "Lucy, you make me feel so good." It makes me happy to hear that you like what I am doing. "I think my body is ready to make a baby with you now." You moan as you slide your cock back out of my throat. "Okay Lucy, sweetheart, lay back down on the bed and spread your legs for me." I put my head back on my pillow and pull my knees apart. "Are you ready to learn the final step for making a baby?" You say as you climb between my legs, spreading them a little further. I clear my throat, "Yes... yes.