Chapter 2The meal was every bit as dull as Ashleigh predicted, after the eatingwas over and the adults were all drinking wine and trading stories,Ashl...eigh invited Mike up to her room, who was blushing red at theopportunity and hastily followed."S-s-so what's u-up Ashleigh?" I forgot how much I hate that stutter."Are you wearing them now?" she asked raising both eyebrows as if shealready knew the answer.Before he could formulate a full word through his stuttering, Ashleighstepped forward lifting. She looked at my poor clothes and, to my great surprise, touched my face, dirty though it was and bruised. To the coachman’s horror, she told me to enter the coach and return with her to her house. She had, she said, some clothes which might be of use and she would ensure her cook fed me well. Indeed, she said, I needed feeding and she was right. I was a poor specimen and no mistake. As we drove through the busy London streets she asked of my background and, quite candidly, I told her much as I. After a while, Max felt his spunk coming and he speeded up and shot his load into her arse, jerking and thrusting into her as she took this from what she believed was a stranger.Max pulled out and the last two men took their turn with her. When they had finished, one of the first couple stood over her while she was kept on all fours and wanked himself so his spunk shot over her back. It was rubbed into her face and dribbled down over body before she was helped to her feet.Max went to the door. ?What if it is all too much for me to handle? I mean we are talking about life and a marriage together till death do us part!? I said breathlessly.He paused a moment before he replied. ?I have thought this through. I have a solution that I want to share with you, but not right this minute. This is our honeymoon, and I want us to enjoy it. You have enough to think about for the moment. Lets change and go for a swim.? He stood and pulled me to my feel and kissed me again. This time softly.