He apparently had been offered sanctuary by one of the new rich Northern Industrialists who offered him funds to marry his overweight and very plain d...aughter. Winslow was keen to accept this offer, until I deliberately spread the word that he had or was suffering from several venereal diseases obtained in Zanzibar. The offer was quickly withdrawn and he was back without hope.The only point of saving grace and indeed the only asset he had was his title. I knew that many families would willingly. This might be the last thing she ever saw.She covered her mouth with both hands to stifle the onslaught of screams that threatened to climb out. Don’t give him a reason to shoot, she thought, and it was the clearest thought she’d had in a long time.“S-s-stop,” she stuttered on a quiet, choppy breath out. “P-” She squeezed her eyes shut in frustration. “Please don’t shoot.” She held her hands out in front of her, and she could still see the indents on her wrists and forearms where the rope had. She had shaved her pussy in the bath, so it was really nice and smooth, and glistening wet, pushing her thighs apart opening up her wet cunt for me. I slid my tongue in, just for a brief minute, just to get a taste of it. Moving back up to her nipples, knowing I could squeeze, suck and bite them and there's nothing she could do, as her hands are tied behind her back. It wasn't long before she said she was going to cum... Almost seconds later, she was cumming. I got down on my knees between her. I meandered through secret gardens never thinking of the consequences or the price. There were long winters in between the days of basking in warm sunlight. The winters were unbearable, chilling me to the very core of my soul. This was the price for my brief flight, the consequence for drinking deeply of passion, the fruit souring in my stomach. Unable to withstand another blast of winter, I fled seeking solace for my weary, weather beaten heart. He was a tower, always there, never yielding,.