Guy was such a brutal man, but he had shown her a side to himself that she had always known he possessed. She was walking to the clearing near to the ...river. It was one of her favourite spots and was always deserted. She liked to imagine that no one else knew it was there.Just as she approached it she saw that the clearing was already occupied. She couldn’t quite make out who it was, so she carried on until she could make out who it was. She gasped. It was Guy. He was lying on the grass. I look around me and I'm not sure where I am. Then I remember Les Mis and realize that I'm in France in 1815. I'm in some shitty little room with a rickety old bed. The door creaks open behind me and I see Anne Hathaway standing there in her old timey dress with her long, flowing hair, obviously before she had it chopped. She approaches me.She bites her lip and gently kisses me. She takes my hand and places it on her breast. I'm not sure where this is going but I like it. I feel her breast,. “It wasn’t difficult. Now fess up, who sent those Demons to attack me this afternoon, and then broke my house ward while I was busy with them and stole my Familiar?” I demanded again in a loud voice. No one answered or even moved for a number of seconds. Finally, David De Tocqueville rose and turned toward me.“Now Madailein, take it easy and explain what happened. No one here would steal your Familiar. We don’t use them,” he said before adding, “What time did this start?” This threw me for a. She reached out too stroke his cock, spitting on her hands. Straddling herself on top, over his dick. Sliding himself into her tight wet pussy. I sat on the back part of the couch, positioned to the side of them, so she'd be able to bounce up & down on his dick, while she sucked my dick. I had a perfect view of her as she bounced & rode his dick. Her beautiful firm tits bouncing with the motion of their fucking. Watching the look in her eyes, the way she bit her bottom lip, moaning on my dick.