" Why?"Evella managed a smile. "So I could please you better, of course."Lanno sighed. "Now, come on. You're talking like you're going to be doing thi...s for..." Lanno, please, not now. I need you." She writhed as the pressure in her pussy increased.Lanno nodded. "All right." He smiled again. "And since you were so gracious in what you did for me this morning, I'll return the favor in kind." The number of different slaves that a Noble Lord might use over his tenure varies by quite a bit,. She didn't resist. Her thighs, bottom and lower back were massively bruised and swollen. Her bottom had been big when we started but now it seemed to be twice the size and you could FEEL the heat coming from the swollen, bruised and blood speckled flesh. She was soaking wet between the legs and it didn't feel or smell like wee. In fact when I caught her there with my finger, it seemed to be sticky and she not only shuddered, she gave a little soft moaning sound. I picked up the belt and gave. Randolph, the minister, suggested that if she needed any or other special support, he was quite experienced at delivering whatever she might desire. Seen through the thinly veiled proposition, Lori asked, “So what does your wife think about that kind of pastoral care?”He smiled and said, “She has her own ministry for men, with my blessing. Go visit with her.”When Lori spoke to Molly after church, the older woman suggested they meet for lunch and that was arranged.Lori was amazed that this. And then things began to come off the rails. Two days ago Dick Durham, after a bad day with his bitchy (and pregnant) partner had too much to drink and then he posted a photo of his partner with a cock in her mouth looking blank-eyed at the camera. And his partner saw the picture.Louise Marker was livid with anger. She'd already been convinced that her bastard of a partner, Detective Durham had drugged her and impregnated her. Now, when she saw the picture, she knew that once more she'd been.