As such, it is fiction. Having said that, All my stories are true, even the ones I make up. Copyright 2007 L_D_Darrow I wish to thank Wolv_Project for... taking the time to edit my offering. All mistakes are mine solely, whether planed or not. * Two years have gone by. Every month or more Olive and Candy write to me. The first, only days after leaving here. They said they very nearly turned around when they read my note less than an hour from here. They may have, I have no way of knowing. Still I. I clipped vibrating clamps to her nipples; Insert an egg resting against her “G-spot” followed by a vibrating Dildo, a long thin vibrator up into her virgin ass. All these were secured in place. The last two toys, first a gag, cast from my own cock head. It had been one of Jennifer favorites, and I have never used it on anyone else. As I’d put the gag on I had ask if this was alright she would not be able to use her safe word, this was her punishment she was tightly bound, she could not move or. As I tried to impale her on my virgin dick, I remember awkwardly fumbling to find exactly the right spot to make my entry. Happily, she reached down and directed me into her hot, wet pussy. I was entering that female organ that every boy dreams about occupying. As I slowly entered her vagina, my brain was nearly overcome by the sensuality. It was, for me, the culmination of a decade-long lust and long-held sexual fantasy that had heretofore only been addressed through masturbation. But damn, I. Ellen ran to wake Lady Lambert.“Please come! I think the end may be near.”She supported the old woman and led her to her husband’s bed. Lady Lambert took hold of her husband’s left hand and the thrashing ceased after a few moments. The breathing became weaker and weaker though, and silent tears ran down the old woman’s cheeks.“Ellen, dear, can you leave us alone? There are a few things I need to tell him in private.”Ellen nodded and left the bedroom sobbing silently. She had the coachman woken.