I hesitated for just a minute, then acquiesced to his request. At my door, he was the perfect gentleman. He bid me goodnight, and kissed my hand befor...e turning and leaving. I entered the bedroom and found Martha struggling to undress."Amelia, thank god you're here. I haven't been able to make any progress with this dress. I'm dying to get my corset loosened. Will you help me please." Of course Martha. Why didn't you ring for Betsy?" I did. Over twenty minutes ago. I guess that she must be busy. He stood on the corner while he waited acting as if it was a normal thing to be carrying a woman covered in blood. He didn’t wait long before the mahogany carriage pulled up. Seth raised an eyebrow at his lord, but said nothing as he stepped down and opened the door help him place the Lady inside. He stepped in and as soon as he heard Seth climb into driver’s seat, he knocked on the roof and prepared for the long ride home. When he arrived home an hour later, he gingerly picked her. " She looked back up at me, and when she met my eyes again I raised one eyebrow and let my imagination loose again. I pictured Samantha, groaning while I furiously finger-banged her with three digits. Serah audibly gasped. Was Serah reading my mind? Was I projecting my thoughts? This was insane. "I need a drink." I grumbled, and walked out from the room purposefully. Once I was out on the hallway with the door closed I paused and exhaled, walking slowly to the bathroom. What was going. The arse cheeks fully spread to stretch the bum hole, lips and mounds contorted into new shapes as fingers plunge into the depths as slick with their pussy juice as my own are with mine. The juice I am so freely releasing is becoming white and frothed on my hand as I continue to squeeze and stroke. Now I will flick to a favourite video. Maybe a classic Danish Vintage, a solo woman flicking her swollen clitoris, a pair of amateur housewives lapping at one another’s cunts as they explore new.