And I would have her—and she me—but my father would marry her himself. Four years of misery and Margaretta came to me for sufferance and comfort�...�and for release. Five years of scandalous yet wedded bliss with Margaretta after my father’s demise, and we were on the fly before the tide of the great uprising sweeping across France—her north to England, me, the revolutionaries close on my trail, across the German border to my family’s modest holdings in Koblenz. Reaching late on All Hallows Eve the. I put my cock at her pussy entrance she asked to put it in. But I was reading her. Her pussy is looser than my gf. I was enjoying. She gave a gentle moan ah. Slowly I started increasing the speed. Her moan also increased from ah.. To aahhhh. Aahhh…Then I cumed in her pussy. She was happy. She went to her home. She called me and asked my experience. I said your better than my gf.i said our family reputation will spoil if anybody knows about this. She also agreed for this. She said let’s enjoy. She grasped it with both hands and walked around it stopping every so often to swing her hair and head around causing her hat to go flying. She grasped the pole with one leg and one arm and leaned back as far as she could go, giving Armand a good view of what she wore underneath her skimpy rain coat. He noticed, as she stood back up, that her breasts pushed against the shiny material and that there were gaps between the clasps of the coat. She slid up and down the pull and each time that she. You do as I say and you will be rewarded” he breathed heavily, and got dressed.He gave me his mobile number, and said I was the new Tuesday closing girl, and if he needed me he would text me a message.He handed me some keys and gave me a card with security codes to the hotel, and told me to clean up the mess and lock up.He then left, I was still on my knees with pools of cum oozing onto the floor from my gaping wet pussy.I felt puzzled, I felt used, blackmailed, like a whore I know I am, and.