Prologue
The mist moved like a cat-billowing outward as it hugged the surface of the lake-and from a distance the dark castle looked as if it were resting on the top of a cloud. Not a trace of light shone on the interior of the turreted walls of stone; it was as if the structure itself were some ghostly vision-a mirage of the past.
The sky was black and without stars and it was crossed by a solitary large black night bird above the swirling vapours of the fog. A fish jumped and was hardly heard through the giant muffler of the fog. Then, as if giving the lie to its ghostly appearance, somewhere within the confines of the castle a clock struck midnight.
Suddenly there was the flicker of a flashlight for a brief moment in one of the third floor windows. It moved on to the next window and then, as it reached the corner of the castle, the lights all came on in a very large room.
"I say, Monroe, isn't it a bit of a risk; What I mean is, using the lights and all that?" The older man who had just asked this question showed some apprehension as he looked down at the deeply sleeping girl.
"Oh, come now, you know me better than that, Lord Folsome, or, you should! She won't wake up until I give her the command. Look." He set down the camera case he was carrying and lifted up the covers from the reclining girl's body.
Lord Folsome's breath rushed out in a gasp and one lewd groan as he took in the full ripe contours of the girl's lush young body. The pink silk gown had crawled up to her mid thigh, and the right shoulder strap had slipped down to reveal a luscious mound of flesh which was just the size and shape of a ripe melon. Dick Monroe merely reached down and forward and pulled the bodice down until it revealed to sight the brown aureole and nipple. "Now, watch," he ordered again. Taking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he cruelly tweaked it. The girl did not make a stir, but the nipple-like some thing that was slowly bringing itself awake-became erect.
"Watch," Monroe repeated again, and lifted the hem of the gown to uncover the pouting mound of Venus between her legs and its luxuriant growth of black pubic hair. He parted the girl's legs and, using his right arm under her knees, raised them until the soft pink lips of her vagina came into view. Monroe glanced over at the rapidly breathing older man and laughed at Lord Folsome. Slowly, he placed the tip of his index finger against his thumb and then flicked it at the pouting clitoris. The girl remained quiet and didn't move, but a low moan of lust was wrenched from Lord Folsome's throat.
Monroe then dropped the girl's legs and they remained spread lewdly out with the vaginal lips slightly open ... the entrance to her most secret regions was completely exposed and defenseless.
"Are you satisfied now?" he asked the other man with a tiny knowing smirk on his face.
Lord Folsome trembled in eagerness. "Oh my, yes!" he answered in a great hurry. "Such a beautiful young creature. Such a fine tight little cunt. I can hardly wait to pay a visit there." He placed his camera on the chair.
Dick Monroe grinned at the older man and mentally laughed as he said to himself, "The old goat is really hot to go tonight!" And why not?! Had he not carefully built Lord Folsome up to this point; had not he spent a great many weeks in preparation for this moment? Monroe knew Lord Folsome's proclivities-as well he should, having catered to wealthy and powerful men of several varieties just like him for more than seven years? As with most of Monroe's clients, Lord Folsome at sixty-six years of age, liked his women young and helpless, and tearfully innocent. Most important, however, Monroe's operation was practically foolproof. There had been no repercussions during the course of the seven years and there was no reason why there ever should be any in the future. In Lord Folsome's case, he liked young newly-wed brides-just married, still with the dewy freshness of their wedding ceremony clinging to them. And what better place to get them than a honeymoon resort, a romantic old castle where for over seven years brides had come to be deflowered by their adoring husbands.
"These women," Lord Folsome had unnecessarily explained earlier, "Present a great challenge to me. For they are young, arrogant, proud, and sure of their undying love for their new husbands
... they have to be humbled-almost broken in spirit-before they can be taught to crawl to their real master's feet."
And now, as Lord Folsome watched the sleeping girl, he began to feel a familiar awesome power gripping and growing in his loins. The sheer silk gown, above the girl's waist, showed the smooth white plain of her belly and the mysterious crater of her navel. Her pubic hair was like soft black down, and the thin fleece-lined vaginal slit was an open invitation to a warm and heavenly tunnel. His eyes fastened on the contours of her buttocks and then moved up over the rising and falling of her breasts. He could see the little nipple still standing proudly erect. Even though his throat was dry, his mouth watered. He was impatient to get his hands and teeth on those magnificent mounds of young, almost virginal flesh and to twist, tease, massage, and bite them until they became unbearably trembling volcanos of passion struggling to erupt.
"Hurry, Monroe," he snapped, not taking his eyes from the girl. "Let's start with the pictures i"
"In a moment, Just wait until I get the earners onto this tripod." A second later, Monroe grunted his satisfaction with the setup and said, "Okay, now."
The thought of those young, almost untouched lips mewling and begging in passion, brought a rock-like hardness to Lord Folsome's penis. The blood pounded painfully throughout its throbbing length, and he could feel droplets of thick white seminal fluid already beginning to ooze from its urethral opening.
"All right," Monroe directed. "Stand close to her. Start unzipping your pants."
Lord Folsome opened the fly of his trousers. His large prick, almost eight inches long and of astonishing circumference, leapt out as though it were some voracious tiger suddenly released from an insufferable cage. The flash of light was brighter than a sunburst as Monroe snapped his first picture. Hastily, Lord Folsome dropped his trousers and underpants. Another flash, together with the sound of film being wound on the next exposure.
"Go on," Monroe commanded. "I'll shoot as you go along."
Lord Folsome hesitated now for the first time; he glanced toward Monroe with some apprehension. "Are you absolutely sure that she is under all the way?"
Monroe sighed in exasperation and walked over to the bed. He stared down intently at the girl. "Deanne ... Deanne, can you hear?" he asked in an absolutely flat tone of voice.
"Yes." The word was a monosyllable without inflection.
"Deanne ... you are with your husband. Open your eyes, Deanne." He pulled Lord Folsome over alongside of her. "See, Deanne. This is your husband, Robert. Say 'hello' to Robert."
The girl blinked, then smiled and said in a loving voice, "Hello, Robert."
"Deanne, you will do anything that your husband asks. You'll do it because you love him, and you know it will give him great pleasure. You will feel much pleasure from him when he makes love to you ... so very much pleasure."
She was silent for only a moment, then she abstractly nodded her head and said, without moving an eye muscle, "I will do anything my husband asks ... it will be pleasure."
"Are you satisfied, now?" Monroe asked the older man.
Lord Folsome nodded his head avidly and then Monroe returned to his camera.
Lord Folsome squeezed the thick foreskin back from his painfully throbbing prick and bared his teeth as he advanced towards the girl again. The proud young bitch was totally at his mercy. He had heard her giggling as she had talked about him to her husband earlier this very evening. She had said, "That Lord Folsome is a dirty old man. A nice rich dirty old man, but a dirty old man all the same. Did you notice the manner in which he looked at me during dinner?" Well the huge cudgel he held in his hand was a great equalizer between these generations! He'd teach her. He'd see if she still called him a dirty old man when his prick was rammed deep between those white thighs of hers and its head buried far up inside her quivering little belly.
He was only dimly aware of Monroe taking another photograph. The heat was on him and it was all he could do to keep from leaping like a starving wild animal upon his prey. But common sense gained control of his body. The pictures, the ones that would bring her crawling abjectly in helpless desperation to him and insure his and Monroe's future safety, still had to be taken.
"Deanne, Dear," he intoned. "Turn your head toward me.
"Yes, Robert," she answered, and her head turned itself on the pillow.
"Deanne, it would give your husband great pleasure if you kissed and sucked on his penis ... as much pleasure as it gives you when he nibbles on your breast."
A troubled expression crossed the girl's face and she hesitated.
Alarmed and wide-eyed, Lord Folsome turned toward the photographer. Monroe merely shook his head and put his finger to his mouth in a charade telling his friend to be quiet.
On the bed, the girl trembled and then, almost as if she were frightened of being bitten by it, reached out her hand towards Lord Folsome's full-some cock. The old man grinned in triumph and moved forward until the straining organ was almost touching her lips. "Open your mouth, Deanne."
She did as she was instructed, and the smooth, throbbing tip slipped partially through her stretched lips and came to rest against her bared teeth. The soft flesh of the ripe full puckered lips closed down about the head. There was a flash of light as Monroe took the picture.
Against his cock, Lord Folsome could feel the hot air exhaling from her nostrils, and could feel her innocent young tongue quivering in ignorance against the instrument in her mouth.
"Delicious," he muttered, "simply delicious. Suck a little and nibble a little, dear." He began moving his hips back and forth as Monroe came in with another camera for a close-up. Several small droplets of cum had seeped from Lord Folsome's cock and had lubricated her mouth that was surrounding its head. Looking down directly at her head, he could see a small stream of glistening saliva and cum running temptingly out of the corner of her mouth. Again, for just a moment, the animal heat came forcefully upon him. He was direly tempted to shoot his full load into her sweet young gullet ... wanted to see her larynx jiggling up and down as she attempted to gulp it down; he could picture it-his come would spurt out of her mouth, into her hair, and run like a white hot flow of lava across her breasts and down her belly. The mental image goaded him into a sudden frantic motion and he was uncontrollably battering his cock down her choking throat, the girl was gasping for air and clawing at his buttocks when Monroe grinned nastily and said, "Easy, man. We still have a few pictures to take, remember?"
Lord Folsome reluctantly removed his cock from her succulent mouth. He had come so close ... so very close. He stood there breathing very deeply as he sought to regain his composure. Finally he sighed, adding to the girl, "That was beautiful, Deanne. Now your husband will repay pleasure for pleasure."
He reached down and removed the remaining strap of her gown, and stared hungrily at her breast. With a low moan of lust, his hot eager lips fastened like a leech to it. There was another flash of light as he was busily using his fingertips to tease the other nipple.
Beneath his lips, he heard a low groan of pleasure from the girl. She placed both hands gently and possessively behind his head. Lord Folsome glanced over and grinned victoriously at Monroe. His lips went back to work then, and his other hand dropped until it found the moist hot cavern at the junction of her thighs. He used his finger-as though it were a violin bow-to scrape across the length of her vaginal lips. "Oh ... Oh," she purred hotly.
Deanne began to breath more rapidly as the sensations mounted in her body. Lord Folsome used his thumb and forefinger to tease her gently pulsating clitoris; this resulted in a low, almost animalistic moaning, "Ohhhh ... Robert ... that feels wonderful ... so good ... so very good. Bite me-rub me harder I"
Lord Folsome suddenly crawled onto the bed and crouched on all fours over the helpless young body. "Deanne, raise your legs and put them up over my shoulders," he commanded. The girl paused, as if not understanding the instructions, but a moment later subserviently bent her legs at the knees and spreading her legs wide raised and placed her calves up over his shoulders. Lord Folsome pushed her knees back against her chest; her upturned vagina, secreting its own lubricant, was in plain view-in an unprotected and totally vulnerable position open to any intruding attack. His mouth watered in anticipation as he gazed rapturously down at the palpitating little pussy. Spittle slid out of his open mouth as he lecherously ogled the open slit of her vagina running down from her smooth white belly and dark silken pubic hair to the full rounded spheres of her buttocks. He could wait no longer to feast down between her thighs. His head lowered, his mouth opened, and his tongue-like a wet red miniature little prick-came into action.
The girl gasped. "Oh ... oh ... Robert! The ... I ... you mustn't? Oh...." She jerked as his lips encompassed and began sucking at the soft hair-lined opening. His tongue flickered like lightening against the clitoris, which was beating visibly. "Ohhhh ... daddy...." Her hands came down and pressed against both sides of his head; it was as though she didn't know whether to force him away or force his tongue and face even deeper into the moist pit of her throbbing cunt. Now his tongue had begun seeking entry into the vaginal passage itself. It flicked in and out rapidly, little licks and little strokes of passion that penetrated almost two inches. The girl's hands fell loosely from his head as she groaned and began to rotate her hips in an effort to get his tongue in deeper.
Suddenly he withdrew the tongue and his mouth from the now responding vagina. Deanne groaned again, this time in disappointment, but only for a second, for his tongue had begun working again; its soft flicking tip made circles around the quivering erected clitoris, and his lips sucked, drawing the organ deeper into the hot saliva-filled cavern of his mouth. Then he abruptly changed techniques again. Like a thirsty beast lapping water, he used his tongue to lick the entire length of her wet, rotating cuntal slit. Deanne's loud moans of pleasure turned almost into a scream of delight when his tongue traced a pattern of fire past her vagina and kept going down, down until it made lewd, flicking entry into the tight, puckered little anal ring.
Flashes from the camera-like a summer electrical storm-continued to brighten the room.
Lord Folsome was oblivious to them now. He had the snooty little bitch going; she squirmed and panted like a helpless puppet under his tongue. She could be brought back to her senses now and she'd be so hot that she would beg him to continue. She was so completely at his mercy. Her mewls drove his tongue faster and faster as it licked its way up and down the now widely clasping lips of her cunt. She was almost there; he could tell by the contractions of her vaginal muscles.
His muffled laughter came as her hands desperately clawed at his head-seeking to drive his tongue further and further into her. The hot happy bitch, he thought; she doesn't realize that what she really wants right now is a hard cock. She'll be begging for it within seconds!
He pulled his face away, tormenting her. Deanne's face was wildly contorted in what appeared to be pain. She cried, and it was a moaning plea, "No ... Robert. Please, Robert ... keep going."
Lord Folsome let her force him this time, and she did so, frantically pressing his mouth against her hungrily quivering vagina. His lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous opening, and he thrust his tongue deep into it. Her thighs closed convulsively around either side of his moving head. On his inward strokes, he could feel her deeper vaginal muscles sucking and milking at his tongue as though they were seeking to rip it out by the roots and devour it. Deanne's legs had found leverage against his back and she pushed down until he could barely breathe. With his tongue deep in her vagina, he used the tip of his nose to titillate the tiny throbbing clitoris. Every muscle in the girl's body seemed to be as taut as a steel cable. The cords of her neck tendons stood out as she tried to raise her head to look down her naked body and see what he was doing.
"Oh! Ahhh? Ahhhhaaa," she began, as if questioning exactly what was happening to her. Then she screamed, "Aiieee ... Ah ... aiiieeee, I'm cumming, darling! I'm cumming!" Her body thrashed from side to side, her legs splayed open releasing his head, and her feet beat a tattoo of wild abandoned lust against the crumpled sheets.
Lord Folsome didn't even glance over toward Monroe. He could stand it no longer. Even as the girl was thrashing and twitching involuntarily in the throes of her orgasm, he grabbed her flailing legs behind the knees again and shoved them roughly back against her shoulders. His long rigid prick was placed against the visibly throbbing lips of her cunt.
"I'm going to fuck you until your head falls off and you can't walk," he said through gritted teeth, and suddenly began pushing forward. The elastic -rimmed tightness resisted his huge circumference for only a moment, then rapidly gave way to his unrelenting pressure. Down, down, down, the pulsating white rod drove.
Deanne tried to pull back from his attack. "No, Robert," she whimpered, "darling, you're hurting me."
Lord Folsome paused. The contractions of her cunt continued to squeeze at the head of his cock; he hadn't realized the girl's pussy was so tight. It fit his prick like a very tight leather glove, and he thought with some glee that the girl had undoubtedly been a virgin on her wedding night three days before.
She obviously had never had a prick this deep into her before, he gloated to himself, as he watched her from above with a lust filled smirk on his face. Her lips had curled back from her teeth. Pleading, incoherent whimpers of pain came from deep within her throat.
Abruptly, he could stand it no more. He rammed forward giving her all he had in one great implacable thrust; his huge expanded cock sunk in all the way to his pubic hair, and his balls-like weathered pendulums-slapped hard against her uplifted buttocks. Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his body as she kicked futilely into the air and screamed, "Oh God! You're killing me, Robert. Please! Oh, Please!" It was a scream wrenched from the deepest depths of her tortured womb.
As though he were demented, Lord Folsome screwed her brutally down into the squeaking mattress-pounding into her with the uncontrollable fury of a typhoon.
Monroe watched with some amusement as the old goat went about his business of ravishing the helpless girl. He had already shot two rolls of film on his tripod camera and had expended another two rolls on close-ups. The girl's face was too dis torted by pain to take any photographs at the moment, but Monroe knew that her expression would change once her tight young pussy got used to the old man's cock. You had to hand it to him, he thought in admiration as he watched the white pistoning rod being driven relentlessly into the girl's tightly clenched vagina. Folsome's hung like a small stallion.
Even as Monroe was thinking these thoughts the girl's body was reacting in a slightly different manner. Her groans of pain came less often now; they sounded different somehow-questioning, perhaps. Once, when Lord Folsome had pulled his prick out about six inches and then driven it inward with one masterful stroke and stab, the girl had moaned and an unmistakable flicker of pleasure crossed her contorted grotesquely alive face.
A moment later, there was an almost imperceptible change in activity on the bed. Monroe saw it first, simply a small motion on the part of the girl as she pushed up to meet a downward thrust. The rest came rapidly; the young bride's eyes were beginning to glaze in pleasure, and her tongue had crept out of her mouth to rest quivering on her lower lip. It presented a lustful picture; Monroe lost not a minute in capturing her lewd changing expression on film.
Now the girl was moving, experimentally rotating her hips and putting her arms around Lord Folsome's midriff. Not satisfied with this, she reached down and cupped his buttocks in the palms of her hands and began of her own volition forcing him deeper into her.
Lord Folsome could hardly contain himself as he felt her abandoned abdomen moving up and down in time to the thrusts of his hardened cock. The contracting muscles inside of her pussy were hungrily at work massaging and sucking at the inflated head. With each withdrawal of his white long cock, the pink lips of the vagina pulled and milked at the instrument. The girl was a natural born piece of ass, he thought in glee, as her quivering body pumped up and down on the rigid penis fusing the two bodies together.
Monroe had begun to feel some excitement growing within himself as he watched the girl strain against the older man. When she raised her ass from the mattress, he could see the little brown puckered anal entrance already covered with trickling cum. And he thought happily, eagerly: You're next, little asshole. You're next! I've got just the thing for you. Monroe took photographs of it all, capturing on film the utter abandon of her labors and the half-crazed erotic smile of lust playing across her taut lips. She was moving even faster than the old man now, and her thrusts had become more violent as she desperately sought her second orgasm. Above the tortured creaking of the bed and the almost obscene slap of flesh against flesh, Monroe could actually hear the wet sluicing sounds of her hungrily sucking pussy as it reluctantly relinquished its hold on the lustfully driving cock sunk deeply between her thighs.
Suddenly the girl's back arched and she pushed upward with a frightening power that almost threw the old man out of the saddle. "Oooooooh Gi ... Ga ... God ... I'm cumming, love me. Fuck harder ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck, fucker, Robert ... Oh, God ... I'm cumming." With a deep throated groan, her body began convulsing in lewd untamed pleasure. Hot wet cum spurted from the throbbing passage. It's sticky warmth flowed down the crevice created by her buttocks; the viscous fluid inundated her anus ... bringing an impatient groan from Monroe. She jerked about frantically, as though she were suffering seizure. She clawed at the old man's back; her legs pumped against him as she sought to drive him in even deeper. Lord Folsome's face was taut as he sought his own release; he rammed his reaming cock forward with all his fading strength. His body drooped down heavily upon her, mashing her full ripe tits against his own hairy chest. His long hard strokes moved violently in and out of the steaming passage that was now wet and slippery from the girl's continuing climax. Abruptly, he could feel the orgasm building up like explosive fumes inside his tortured balls as they beat against her unprotected ass. The lustful pleasure arched across the nerves of his abdomen and his prick throbbed once, twice ... then began to spurt.
"Oh, yes, darling. Come in me ... cum in me ... cum all the way inside of me, Robert." Deanne chanted as her head rolled laxly from side to side and she frantically pumped her vagina up and down the long spurting rod of flesh in an effort to drain it of everything.
Lord Folsome felt the hot slippery walls of her cunt sucking hungrily at his happy cock until there was nothing left in him, and his hardened organ began to deflate.
The girl lay back full-length in bed, with his prick still buried inside of her. "That was wonderful, darling," she said, huskily. Her eyes closed in wavery weary pleasure.
Lord Folsome slowly pulled his slippery penis from the girl. She moaned as though she were reluctant to have it leave her body.
Monroe, who had been becoming increasingly impatient, took a last close-up as the prick slowly slid out of her battered cunt. He could see the girl's wet matted pubic hair-like black moss hanging over a peaceful river bank-glistening on both sides of her vagina. The insides of her milky white thighs were smeared with the cum from both of their bodies. The open crevice of her ass was completely wet from it, and Monroe knew he could stand the sight no longer. If ever a women was lubricated and ready from top to bottom for sodomizing, this one was! He already knew how it would feel-hot, tight ... oh, so very tight! ... and beautiful. .
"Hurry," he grunted to Lord Folsome, as he dropped his trousers. His own cock, like a lean telephone pole angled on the side of a hill, was stiffly ready.
Lord Folsome wearily dried his wet penis on his under drawers and put on his trousers. A moment later he was standing behind the tripod camera. "All right," he said. "Ready any time you are."
Monroe said to the girl, "Deanne, I am your husband ... Robert. Speak to me ... say something to me."
The girl scrunched herself deeper into the bed and mumbled hypnotically, "Robert, darling, I love you."
Monroe said, "Deanne, darling, don't you want to repay your husband for the pleasure I just gave you. It would be nice if you sucked on my penis."
There was no hesitation this time. Deanne turned her head and opened her mouth. There was a flash of light and Lord Folsome, now flaccid, nodded.
"Now, Deanne, I'm going to make love to you in a new and excitingly different way. Get on your hands and knees ... and spread your legs out wide, that's right."
The girl did as she was told. Lord Folsome moved in with the close-up camera. Monroe used both thumbs to peel the smooth white cheeks of her tender young buttocks apart to reveal the quivering, puckered little brown circle no larger than a dime. Really, he thought in ecstasy, it looks like an oval of tiny pink lips. He rubbed his prick in the crevice, lubricating it from Lord Folsome and the girl's cum. The girl winced when Monroe inserted his middle finger in the opening. He moved it in and out, and around and around. The girl moaned in pain when a second finger joined the first. Then Monroe could stand it no longer: Placing the tip of his hardened cock against the tight, puckered nether lips, he plunged forward....
The photograph was taken just as the head of Monroe's cock disappeared through the tight resisting ring of anal muscle. Lord Folsome continued to shoot pictures as Monroe gleefully pounded his prick into her virginal rectum and until her groans of pain became mewls of pleasure and surprise and finally of screaming release as her helplessly impaled body reacted orgasmically like a bitch dog in heat to the unnatural invasion of her bowels.
Downstairs, the clock struck twice. Lord Folsome helped Monroe to change the badly stained and dripping wet linens on the bed, as the girl stood in a blank and dazed manner, wide-eyed near the window.
"You may get back into bed now, Deanne," Monroe stated to her.
The girl moved like a walking ghost across the room and climbed into the bed.
Monroe pulled the covers up to her shoulders and began intoning to her, "You are lazy and sleepy now ... sleepy ... sleep. When you awaken tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, you will not remember that we were here. Anything which you may recall will be simply a dream about your husband. Do you understand? You have been dreaming about Robert fucking you. Say it!"
"I ... have ... been ... dreaming ... about ... Robert ... fucking ... me."
"Yes, you have been dreaming. You are sleepy. Your eyes are so heavy that you cannot open them. You are sleepy ... sleepy."
The girl slumbered peacefully.
Monroe glanced at his watch. "Two-thirty. It's almost time for dear Robert to wake up next to my wife. Care to bring your camera along and make some candid snapshots?"
Lord Folsome gave a lewd laugh and stated, "I wouldn't miss it for anything in the world, old friend. Wouldn't miss it for the world. If his pecker reacts half as well as that hot little cunt of his wide-eyed wife's, it should be quite a show." He then jumped a little and clapped his hands together in an eager fashion. "I can hardly wait until tomorrow afternoon when we show that arrogant little bitch our photographs. How overwhelming. How frightful and simply delightful! She'll come crawling to me on her knees then. Oh, she'll do absolutely anything ... anything!" He gleefully repeated. "And she'll do it fully awakened!"
The two men found themselves still chuckling lewdly as they walked the darkened corridors of the castle. When they reached the west wing, Monroe pulled down on the handle of a sword on a suit of knight's armour. The hidden door swung silently open to reveal a well-lighted passageway. Two minutes later, they were seated in two comfortable armchairs and drinking brandy and sodas as they watched-through a large pane of one-way glass-a young man slowly beginning to awaken next to a voluptuous nude woman who looked up directly at them and winked in a conspiratorial manner. Then her face changed. She looked as if she had been weeping, and when the boy's eyes opened, she sobbed, "How could you? You beast, you. After we offered you the hospitality of the castle ... to cruelly rape me ... Ohh, Robert! And I was beginning to like you so very much. What will your poor Deanne think...?"
The following afternoon, a very bewildered and totally ashamed Deanne crawled for her pictures, and then learned that she must continue to be nice for as long as Monroe and Lord Folsome and their other assorted friends decided. Only then would she receive the negatives. Precisely thirty-four minutes later-the seminal juices of two strangers in her mouth, vagina, and anus-she leapt like a wingless bird from the roof of the castle and splattered against the cobblestone courtyard 90 feet below....