Alexander began to wake slowly and realised after a few moments that Veronique was with him, cuddling him and although he felt much better he was still aching from fighting the storm and the many hours he had spent in the saddle trying to get home. Veronique kissed him and he kissed her back, it seemed so long since he had been with her he only wanted her to continue kissing him. He stroked her long red hair and the silky soft skin of her back that was not covered by her nightgown. He jerked awake as she said almost apologetically as though it were her fault,
'“Oh, my love, I have been so worried about you. I worried about you trying to make the crossing in that horrible storm, and then when that horrible Sir Percy showed up here... '
"What? Percy was here? But why? the last time I saw him he was injured as we went down the cliff towards Dover, he was hurt so bad he had to return, I,,,, I don't understand. You must tell me, my love."
Veronique snuggled closer to him and told him what had happened, at times she was shaking with a combination of fear and revulsion. As she finished she kissed all over his face and said sadly, but with certainty
'I know that you think Sir Percy your friend, but he is not. He is evil!'
Alexander was mortified at what Veronique had told him and struggled to come to terms with the fact that his best friend in the whole world had deceived him by pretending to be hurt so that he could come into his home and molest his wife and try to spirit her away.
"'Tis hard to take in my love, there must be some explanation, perhaps something has gone wrong in his brain, I must find him before he harms anyone else or is harmed himself, I would not be worthy of being called his friend if I did nothing."
It was clear to Alexander that Veronique had been through a most trying time and right now she needed him, her husband, by her side so he cuddled her tighter to him and between kisses he whispered seductively,
“If you remember my love, we have an unwritten rule that when we are in bed together clothing of any description is strictly forbidden.”
He lifted her nightdress up and bade her raise her hands above her head, as she did so he pulled the nightdress over her head and arms and tossed it to the floor. Veronique’s magnificent breasts bounced as they became free and Alexander eyed them with glee. Veronique lay back in a languid pose with one arm above her head and her legs splayed open waiting for Alexander to take her. His eyes travelled over her gloriously sensuous body then he stopped with a puzzled look on his face as if trying to work something out. Suddenly his fingers were on the fine fiery red hairs that sat on her mound,
“Are you trying to send me a message m’dear?”
Veronique’s smile and nod of her head confirmed what he suspected,
“Are you truly with child my love? When did you find out? How long?”
The questions came tumbling out one after the other as he began to come to terms with the fact that he was on the way to becoming a father. He gathered her in his arms and smothered her face with kisses already fussing over her like a mother hen.
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While Sir sat sleeping in his chair, Bella and Caroline worked feverishly to make it appear as though there had been a night of wild sex, the bedclothes and pillows were rumpled and they stripped Sir of his clothes and managed to carry him over to the bed, his clothes were scattered over the floor as were Bella’s to give the impression they had been torn off in a frenzy of lust.
Bella was concerned that she had no fresh marks on her little round arse but Caroline suggested that she should give her a good thrashing with the cane to allay any suspicions that Sir might have. Bella readily agreed and let Caroline stripe her pale white rear with fresh wounds. Caroline applied herself to this task with relish for she knew that in the mood Sir had been in he would have given Bella the beating of her young life.
When it was done Caroline told the little whore to lay with Sir so she would be there when he woke up, it was quite likely that he would want to fuck her there and then so she had to be prepared.
“I am always prepared for Sir’s magnificent cock, Caroline, it is so beautiful and pleases me no end.”
'“Oh, my love, I have been so worried about you. I worried about you trying to make the crossing in that horrible storm, and then when that horrible Sir Percy showed up here... '
"What? Percy was here? But why? the last time I saw him he was injured as we went down the cliff towards Dover, he was hurt so bad he had to return, I,,,, I don't understand. You must tell me, my love."
Veronique snuggled closer to him and told him what had happened, at times she was shaking with a combination of fear and revulsion. As she finished she kissed all over his face and said sadly, but with certainty
'I know that you think Sir Percy your friend, but he is not. He is evil!'
Alexander was mortified at what Veronique had told him and struggled to come to terms with the fact that his best friend in the whole world had deceived him by pretending to be hurt so that he could come into his home and molest his wife and try to spirit her away.
"'Tis hard to take in my love, there must be some explanation, perhaps something has gone wrong in his brain, I must find him before he harms anyone else or is harmed himself, I would not be worthy of being called his friend if I did nothing."
It was clear to Alexander that Veronique had been through a most trying time and right now she needed him, her husband, by her side so he cuddled her tighter to him and between kisses he whispered seductively,
“If you remember my love, we have an unwritten rule that when we are in bed together clothing of any description is strictly forbidden.”
He lifted her nightdress up and bade her raise her hands above her head, as she did so he pulled the nightdress over her head and arms and tossed it to the floor. Veronique’s magnificent breasts bounced as they became free and Alexander eyed them with glee. Veronique lay back in a languid pose with one arm above her head and her legs splayed open waiting for Alexander to take her. His eyes travelled over her gloriously sensuous body then he stopped with a puzzled look on his face as if trying to work something out. Suddenly his fingers were on the fine fiery red hairs that sat on her mound,
“Are you trying to send me a message m’dear?”
Veronique’s smile and nod of her head confirmed what he suspected,
“Are you truly with child my love? When did you find out? How long?”
The questions came tumbling out one after the other as he began to come to terms with the fact that he was on the way to becoming a father. He gathered her in his arms and smothered her face with kisses already fussing over her like a mother hen.
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While Sir sat sleeping in his chair, Bella and Caroline worked feverishly to make it appear as though there had been a night of wild sex, the bedclothes and pillows were rumpled and they stripped Sir of his clothes and managed to carry him over to the bed, his clothes were scattered over the floor as were Bella’s to give the impression they had been torn off in a frenzy of lust.
Bella was concerned that she had no fresh marks on her little round arse but Caroline suggested that she should give her a good thrashing with the cane to allay any suspicions that Sir might have. Bella readily agreed and let Caroline stripe her pale white rear with fresh wounds. Caroline applied herself to this task with relish for she knew that in the mood Sir had been in he would have given Bella the beating of her young life.
When it was done Caroline told the little whore to lay with Sir so she would be there when he woke up, it was quite likely that he would want to fuck her there and then so she had to be prepared.
“I am always prepared for Sir’s magnificent cock, Caroline, it is so beautiful and pleases me no end.”
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