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The Imposter

... with an irrepressible grin. “You know about my bastards, mistresses and lovers. Are they an issue for you? I’ve discussed the matter with your parents and it doesn’t trouble them at all.” “My only concern, Charles,” said Sarah with a similarly good natured smile, “is that after my hymen is breached and my virginity sacrificed, that I am not neglected or disregarded.” “I understand perfectly,” said Mr Kingston. “My manservants are of excellent character. They give as well as they receive as I can happily testify. Why, Wayne here has a magnificent cock and a most accommodating arse.” “I’m delighted to hear it, Charles,” said Sarah. “But I’m sure you understand me when I say that the services of common servants are merely to be expected. For instance, I would happily avail you of the services of Clematis here at any time and place of your choosing. I can assure you that would discover that her arse is also most accommodating, but I am certain that if you were ever in need of a plebeian fuck you could find other women to your taste with no difficulty whatsoever. It is the attention of those more refined that I’m sure you prize the most. As so do I.” “I am certain that my close friends in even the most elevated circles would be delighted to make your intimate acquaintance, Sarah,” said Mr Kingston, delighted perhaps to have resolved what could have been a quite tricky matter amongst some of the less worldly-wise women of the higher orders. “But first of all we must ensure that ...

... the children you bear are the fruit of my loins and no one else’s.” “And as part of the bargain, Charles,” said Sarah to maintain the easy banter, “I shall ensure that you and no one else will be the first to breach what is truly a door waiting to be opened.” “Naturally,” said Mr Kingston, while Sarah confirmed that her remarks had prompted a bulge in the crotch of his neatly creased trousers. Although Sarah knew that she had very little say in the preparations for the wedding and subsequent honeymoon, she felt more enthusiastic about the minutiae of it all now that she was certain that matrimony, rather than being the compromise she’d always feared, might actually be the beginning of a more fulfilling love life. Already she was scanning Charles Kingston’s friends as listed on social media and, more significantly, on the online society gossip periodicals. There were many amongst the men most often photographed with him who had seeming promise. She could already envisage her anus being filled by the throbbing member of the Honourable Member for Lower Strickland, while her husband’s was lodged where it belonged in her vagina. And there were ladies of Charles’ acquaintance who might be at least as much fun as her handmaids, though Sarah was sure that once married she would no longer have such a need for Sapphic recreation. “Would you like for me to arrange a hen party for you, my dear?” Sarah’s mother asked as preparations approached a more advanced state. “Only if you come along ...