Ecstasy, pure ecstasy! What was more, Lady Eleanor Kavanagh was a blow job extraordinaire. This wasn’t going through the motions; rather a blow job of the type of expertise he hadn’t witnessed before. Truth be told, he hadn’t had many women’s lips around his helmet much less ladies. This particular lady was good. Very good….
Lady Kavanagh sized up the situation in the way one might expect a well-educated woman to: she was not in control. What’s more, she was acutely aware of the fact! “Fuck,” she muttered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” “Are you mumbling, ma’am?” Asked her youthful chauffeur, at least 15 years her junior. He was standing directly behind…
“Catherine, please have her dressed and ready for my dinner before evening. She looks like she just came off the boat. Is she…clean?” I asked. “Yes sir, I believe she is. I’m positive she doesn’t have lice or any ailments, of that I’ve already checked. She just needs a good bath, Sir.” Catherine replied holding…