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Mackenzie Grierson

... instincts. She fought him, but he mastered her at the cost of being raked and bloodied with her nails. He carried her to her parent's bedroom – it was the biggest one – rucked up the skirts of her evening gown, tore off her panties, and went down on her with his mouth to her nether lips.”

“How did reporters get these details?”

“Her maid was there. She sold her story to the papers. She said her mistress was wiggling and struggling in Henry’s grasp. When they asked her why she didn’t summon help, she said, ‘But my lady was crying out, Oh my heavens! What are you doing to me? I’m cumming!’ Then Henry moved up on her, and her maid described his erect organ as being the largest she had ever seen – gigantic, veined, more like metal than flesh. ‘I feared for my lady,’ she said. ‘When he began to push that massive phallus into her. She screamed and screamed, but then he smothered her mouth with his and muffled her.’ They asked her what she thought she was seeing, and she said her mistress had orgasm after orgasm, over and over. Thrashing, sweat covered, her gown around her waist, her bra pulled down, her stockings undone.”

“You sound like you know what you’re talking about,” I said.

“Jack fucked me so many times,” said Farah. “I know what it’s like to be cum so hard and repeatedly that time and space lose meaning.”

“You’re such a good storyteller, Farah,” I said. “You’ve got me excited.”

She laughed before going on.

“Lady de Waynflete came up to find what ...

... was keeping her daughter. She arrived just as Henry climaxed and began gushing his heavy load of semen deep into Amanda. His cock was buried deep in her daughter’s pussy, and his tongue probed deep into her daughter’s mouth, as she twisted and bucked and came yet again with him. Lady de Waynflete shrieked her outrage, Henry and Amanda had to come down to earth quickly, get their clothes back on as best they could. Her daughter immediately claimed she was sexually assaulted, and Lady de Waynflete was absolutely beside herself with rage. However, she was an experienced society lady – she knew that no lawful punishment meted out to Henry was worth the ensuing scandal and the damage to her daughter’s reputation.”

“So everything was just smoothed over?” I asked.

“Not at all,” said Farah, her anger evident. “Amanda wanted him, there could be no doubt of that. It’s why she invited him, why she took him up to the privacy of the suite. I’m willing to bet he gave her the most pleasure she has ever had in her life. But she couldn’t bear the thought of people knowing she was with a man she considered so far beneath her. She fell in completely with her mother. Lady de Waynflete had Henry spirited out of the hotel through the service entrance and returned to his barracks. She swore her daughter to secrecy and kept her husband and son in the dark. She was unaware that Amanda’s maid had witnessed the whole thing.”

“Good for the maid,” I said. “She got the whole story out in ...