Lord Thomas Chatterton married his first wife Matilda for policy and not for love. In
all fairness to Lord Thomas, his father gave him little choice in the matter. After
several years of marital endurance, he`d secretly thanked God for her demise shortly after
the birth of their second son Godfrey. The first born, Richard, was currently serving at
the French court, learning all about the twisting paths of power practically from the
French King`s throne. Of course, when Richard returned to England on his occasional
visits, he reported his latest observations to his liege Lord, King Henry. Godfrey was
currently
squire to Mortimer, Lord of Quincy and a staunch supporter of the king`s policies.
However, that unrewarding marriage with the unresponsive Lady Matilda was back
then. Gwendolyn was definitely now. After several years of rutting in high class London
brothels and shamelessly deflowering the local wenches, Tom finally settled down to a
marriage based on raw uninhibited lust and Lady Gwendolyn was definitely what Thomas
Chatterton, otherwise known as Lord Westbrook, obviously needed.
His years with Matilda were filled with constant bickering and the most unrewarding
bed sport. Many times his advance would be met with, “Not again!” or “Must I!” or “Can`t
you ever get enough?” and so on. Her appearance was plain at the best of times with her
limpid eyes and over sized nose. Her lips were thin and her tits small and empty. On top
of all that, he`d been positive half her teeth must have been decayed as her breath could
have leveled a bull in heat. But worst of all had been her dry, unresponsive cunt.
Thomas felt like an unwelcome stranger wandering through Matilda`s cool, reluctant body.
She just lay there like some senseless log while he huffed and puffed on top of her
persistently getting her with child. He was duty bound to produce a legitimate heir for
the Westbrook estates. Somehow, he did what was expected, gritting his teeth, controlling
his anger and somehow consummating the act of propagation. Even though two other children
had been stillborn, Richard and Godfrey turned out to be strong, healthy sons.
Then on a short diplomatic mission for Henry, he met Gwendolyn! She was a
sizzling, crimson haired wench whose pussy juices boiled all the time but most especially
when under the covers in bed. He`d found her in Wales of all places, the daughter of a
vassal of the Lord of Gwyneth. He was surprised that she was still available at 19
considering her startling beauty but she`d been topped by a lusty lad or two according to
her father. It seemed the sexual practices among the Welsh were a bit more liberal than in
England. All too often, a daughter of rank`s reputation and prospects could be badly
impaired by some indiscretion if it led to the loss of her precious virginity.
But Gwendolyn was far beyond lovely. She was beautiful with full, pert breasts,
long shimmering scarlet hair and deep green cat`s eyes that could snare a man lickity
split! Her skin was smooth and unlike many of her sex, she took great pains to remove as
much body hair as possible from all the strategic places. Her hips were wide apart and
yet her belly was still small and flat. When she smiled, her perfect white teeth could
dazzle the undead.
This lusty wanton vixen literally oozed lust-juices from her slick and very
talented fuck hole. In addition, her tiny anus almost constantly itched for the feel of
thick, stiff male meat to fill it. Lord Thomas soon found out his new wife demanded
almost constant servicing. She`d made it clear that if he went off to London or some
other place for a month at a time, she would enjoy the attentions of some young squire
while he could continue to satiate his carnal appetites with the women for hire in those
fashionable London body houses. Gwendolyn was able to convince Thomas of the common sense
practicality of this arrangement during a particularly long and satisfying festival of
carnal frolic.
Surprisingly, it turned out to be a very satisfying arrangement. After every wild
London excursion, he`d return and show Gwendolyn some new trick to increase their mutual
pleasure. She`d already born him a daughter, Joanna. He suspected Gwendolyn was with
child once again, although it was too early to say for certain. At this point in time,
Thomas didn`t really care. He would fill this wanton witch from Wales until her
holes ran with sticky rivers of his seed. Lord Westbrook wasn`t all that thrilled with
his wife`s dalliances during his long absences but he grudgingly accepted her libidinous
practices. As long as it was a lad of quality and she was very discrete about the
entire affair, she was permitted to be fucked by one or two of the lusty young squires
that Chatterton always seemed to be training for one of the nearby noble families.
They`d actually agreed to all this in principle even before the rings were
exchanged and it was working out quite well. Of course the reality of this promiscuous
activity, especially in the case of Gwendolyn took a little getting used to. After all, a
noble Lord generally views his wife as his property, his possession as it were. But once
he`d seen how robust and zesty she was upon his return and after she`d given him some very
salacious descriptions of her most wicked seductions, Thomas soon appreciated the value of
these unusual Welsh practices.
There were no ridiculous arguments like before. He didn`t have to prowl the town,
looking for some helpless innocent because his wife was a bitchy, loveless creature.
Parents in the nearby town were secretly thanking God that this exotic Welsh creature,
Gwendolyn was protecting their young, virginal daughters from the lecherous Baron. Thomas
simply didn`t have time to fuck around when he was back snugly entwined by Gwendolyn`s
sinuous arms and legs. Some days he`d even have to take her at mid day in the privacy of
their room. Of course the house servants knew what was going on and the love match was
the brunt of many jokes and muffled snickers. However, such comments were good natured and
Lord Thomas actually enjoyed some of the jokes at his expense.
A few days after Edwin started his grueling training under Ralph Stutely`s rigorous
tutelage, Gwendolyn and Thomas were lying naked together in their oft visited bed. It was
night and only two candles on a nearby wooden stand gave a faint wavering light to the
room. Thomas lay on his back with Gwendolyn lying on top of him, mingling her heat and
sweat with his. He was still groping all over her voluptuous body even though he`d already
squirted inside her steamy cunt. He couldn`t seem to get enough of her carnal treasures,
external or internal. When he wasn`t ploughing her he was kissing or sucking while moving
his hands over her soft skin somewhere. Her moans and squeals were a constant wonder to
him, rivaling the most talented whores that he still occasionally patronized when away
from the friendly confines of his castle.
The feeble candle light illumined just enough of his face so she could see his
expression. Lord Thomas, her very randy husband, was definitely interested in her sexual
performance. His eyes were glazed with lust even after his rousing orgasm. Slender
fingers wrapped around his softened meat and slowly she brought his member back to proper
rigidity. He was greedily sucking her left breast now while his hands went above, below,
between and into wherever he liked.
Her whisper was low and sultry. “My good Lord, I would make a little bargain with
you.” He mumbled something that could be interpreted as assent. Her fingers expertly
tickled the damp cock tip while she continued. “Well my lovely Thomas, you`ve told me how
you indulge your appetites for young women of the evening when you leave here on important
court business. I`ve learned a lot of fancy tricks from your instruction as you know.”
He finally released her tit and asked, “That is all true you wanton wench. So what
is all this leading to? Hmmmmmmm?”
“You know my desires are at least as potent as yours milord. I don`t mind keeping
to myself for a few days, but I need some consolation if you`ll be gone for a month or
more.” She guided his finger into her juice dripping pussy. “You see my love; I still
ache for you even after an hour of pleasure. I`m always like this! My wet cunt is always
itching and burning. Look you, I can`t stop it. There`s no help for it. The only relief I
get is when you are on top of me, loving me the way you do.” She giggled, “And you do it
so well my lusty Lord.”
He raised his eyebrows while his fingers moved further inside her juicy orifice.
“So lass, what doth this lead to?”
“While you are gone, I want to try that new lad, young Bellamy.”
He smirked, “You`re so delectably wicked, you naughty wench! He be barely out of
the cradle.”
Her eyes became distant and her tongue licked her lips as if being fed an
unexpectedly delicious thought. “His hair is like summer gold and there is but the faint
trace of fuzz on his virgin face. I`ve watched him at supper and he`s so shy he dares not
look long at even the serving maids.”
Thomas snorted, “What maids? Most of them have been topped by dozens I`ll be
bound.”
Her fingers were playing tantalizing little games with his balls and cock head.
“Perhaps, but I would just love to school this youngster in the arts of carnal ecstasy.
He`ll pillage Meg or Mary or Kate soon enough. Once these young lads find lust they
become insatiable. But it would be so enchanting to show young master Edwin how thrilling
a superb encounter can be. Twill be so charming to show him those intimate skills that
will make his future wife writhe in bestial rapture.”
Thomas asked in his most teasing tone, “And what will you do to obtain a favorable
reply to your request? Hmmmm?”
“I`ll do something very wicked and pleasing to your naughty cock right now and if
you agree to let me frolic with young Bellamy while you`re gone, you can fuck my tight
little ass-hole any time you wish when you return.”
Thomas found this deal very appealing. Anticipation crept into his reply. “As much
as I want?”
He felt her tiny bum entrance as it moved on the tip of his sensitive cock. “Yes
love, as much as you desire. Twill be pleasing to treat you to my little hole. Wouldst
thou desire a sample my naughty love?” Slowly she slid down on the top third of his dick
and how that lovely bitch rimmed his itching prick! Gwendolyn swiveled and squeezed in a
perfect symmetry of fancy movements that shot unexpected tingles and sharp twinges from
his touch hole down to his balls. He gripped her hips suddenly to force her all the way
down because the hot wench was still tantalizing him with her wickedly rimming anus.
“Fuck it! Go down on me you saucy witch!”
Somehow she held back for a few critical moments. “Do I get my new boy to play
with?”
“Yes! Yes! Aaaaaahhhhh!”
As soon as he`d said the magic word her anus thrust down searing his member with
the exquisite painful pleasure he craved. She knew precisely what he wanted. She`d been
his wife for almost two years now and she knew his body almost as well as her own.
Incredibly she tightened her anal grip and slid up and down in a rapid frenzy of rectal
fucking that made Thomas groan with sheer ecstasy. “Oh Gwen! Gwen! You fucking witch!
Yes! Ram it you wicked slut! God!”
Gwendolyn was losing control also. Each series of rapid down strokes forced little
yelps and sex cries from her lovely throat. Her head was thrown way back and her mouth
was wide open as if she couldn`t get enough air into her lungs. Thomas groped her lush tit
mounds with clutching hands. He was very experienced in the ways of arousing and
pleasuring a woman. He added to her sensuous torment by viciously pinching her stiff
nipples or violently rubbing her swollen clit.
“More you wanton fox! More! You can have that little boy you fucking cradle
snatcher! Oh God! God! God! Yes! Aaaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaahhhhh! Fuck!!”
Chatterton`s scream of rapture started silent with his mouth fully open and his
hands fiercely gripping Gwendolyn`s pert breasts. Her green eyes flashed with triumph as
she felt his warm seed shooting up her ass hole. “Yes my Lord! Yes! Wet me! Wet me!” Gwen
wasn`t about to lose the advantage. She extended tom`s orgasm by continuing the savage
anal fucking on his spasming meat. Tom yelled out from the obscene delight that erupted
from his engorged groin. “God`s fucking wounds! Oh God! Fuck more! Oh my good God! You
wanton witch! Aaaaahhh ahh! Aaaaagggghhhh!”
Spurt after spurt shot straight up into Gwen`s dirt hole. The Welsh bitch`s anus
was so fucking tight and expertly stimulating as she rectally toyed with his creaming
penis. She ignored the intense pain in her ass as she imagined all kinds of carnal
scenarios with the Bellamy lad. It would be such a challenge and such a wicked delight to
corrupt that fair haired youth until he was addicted to her mouth and two luxurious holes.
Although ass fucking wasn`t Gwendolyn`s favorite kind of bed sport, it was still
enjoyable. Sometimes she could even experience her own climax when her lusty Lord savagely
fucked her wiggling rectum from above. He knew it was a special treat and he`d always
relished it when she`d been willing to permit him to enter her most intimate area of her
body. Now she knew that because he`d consented to let her toy with the new boy, she`d
have to accommodate and even encourage his use of her shit hole upon his demand. Oh well,
most pleasures in life had a price and she considered herself fortunate that her new
husband wasn`t such a jealous monster as some of these English Barons were. Some of them
even forced their wives to wear a disgusting chastity belt when they were absent from
home and hearth.
Although their love making had already been long and uninhibited, the beautiful,
red haired wanton`s cunt was still burning with desperate need. Gwen carnally craved much
more intense fucking to relieve that insatiable itch between her legs. With her utmost
determination she used her anus so effectively that he simply couldn`t get soft. He was
having trouble breathing and his face became flushed. Gwen`s titillating anal rim kept
performing exceptional carnal magic up and down his tingling dick. She twisted and
swiveled and plunged, keeping his dick rigid and eager for much more. “I know what you
like my naughty Lord. Push it in deeper! I want all of it! Yes! Yes!” Gwendolyn was
sweating profusely now from the body heat and her exacting exertions under the thick wool
coverlet. Drops of perspiration dripped on his chest and face and still the hot bitch
fucked like a she cat in total heat. When she was certain that her noble Lord wouldn`t
falter, the Welsh wanton grabbed his penis with her hands and in a rapid motion she pulled
him out of her anus and plunged down on his throbbing, aching prick with her streaming
vagina. She screamed, “Eeeeeeeeeee! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fucking take me Lord!
Oooooooo! Ooooooo! Fucking Jesu! Jesu! Jesu! Ahuh! Ahuh! Ahuh! Ahuh! Up! Up! Up!”
She played the wicked whore to perfection! His mind quickly made comparisons of
other doxies he`d done but he`d never been screwed quite like this except by Gwen herself.
Her lush, juicy-warm slot moved up and down on him with quick ferocity. Gwendolyn just
had to have all of his cock. She had to be fucked and filled with more of his creamy sap
just to keep her sanity this warm spring night.
His mouth soon found hers and her yelps and cries were drowned out with his darting
tongue and surging saliva. His hands were all over her, rubbing her clit, tweaking her
nipples or fingering her still sore ass hole. The hair on his chest tickled her a little
but the fire inside her groin more than made up for that. Eventually he rolled her on her
back and then he really did the trick. With all his strength and vital force he drove his
long, rigid member deep into her foaming pussy. His salivating kisses muffled her
constant squeals and moans. Tom`s hardened hands stuck to her luscious mounds as if the
very act of squeezing and gripping gave even more life and zest to his drilling penis. Her
silky smooth legs twisted around his waist as if she feared he might escape her eager
embrace. Gwen`s sharp little fingers raked or dug into his strong muscular back with each
sizzling climax that made her belly ripple and her breath come quicker. Now her face was
flushed even more deeply than his. How she wanted young Edwin. She would fuck Tom`s
brains into another realm in exchange for three weeks with that exquisite innocent. As her
pussy was banged and ravished she dreamed of how she would seduce the youngster and drag
him down the most libidinous paths of depravity. She shot spit into her horny Lord`s
mouth as she imagined young Bellamy`s cock shoved deep down her throat so she could suck
on it and drink his sweet, warm cum. As her fuck hole was filled and stretched by
Thomas`s eager, urgent cock she imagined how it would feel to slide that same wicked pussy
onto and all over his tender, untainted flesh. She would make the young lad scream out in
ecstasy when she showed him the subtle arts of fucking and being sucked. She might even
get one of the serving wenches to join in so he could suck a cunt while she rode him like
he was some wild stallion. The possibilities were endless. Again Gwendolyn screamed into
her husband`s mouth as she reached another jolting climax. She had to admit one thing.
Lord Thomas knew precisely how to take a woman and drill her silly.
Tom was held in that luxurious embrace more tightly than some female spider
devouring her mate. Her cunt jerked and squirmed on his powerful thrusts, filling her
craving insides with joy after joy. Between a kiss she groaned, “Spray me! Sin into me! Oh
Jesus! Fucking Jesus! Faster! Oh God! God! God! Fuck me! Harder! Harder! Aaaaaahhhhh!”
Her wild furnace of delight grew to an overpowering pressure. Gwen lunged
vigorously into his fuck to increase the thrilling friction that was forcing her to the
brink. Suddenly her g-spot erupted, drenching them both with her unquenchable lust. Spasm
after spasm ripped through her groin and belly and still he pounded on inside her. She
knew she was in for it now. He`d already sent seed into her three times since supper and
he would last a long time now and that`s precisely what she wanted. Gwen was greedy for
ecstasy and Thomas knew what she needed and he was determined to deliver. As he
frantically drilled her oozing cunt he realized in his innermost being that this was as
close to heaven on earth as he would ever get. All that mattered now was how glorious his
tingling, itchy meat felt inside her velvet softness. Thomas thrilled to feel her
answering lust as her pussy walls and muscles cramped and squeezed on him with virtually
every long, deep thrust. Their tongues darted into each other’s mouths as first one and
then the other became more aggressive in the lust act. Gwen`s tits were pleasantly sore
from all the nipple pinching and hand gripping from her completely exciting master. In
fact at this series of wild, sizzling moments, Gwendolyn was no longer herself but a
female animal in utterly uncontrollable heat. Her pulsing fuck hole was now in total
control of her spotted soul. To her marriage, love was exciting sin and not the mystical
relationship that the priests seemed to hint at. Gwen wanted her body to be taken, used
and forced from one orgasmic pinnacle to another. The anticipation of enjoying the young
fair haired Bellamy only added fire and zest to her simmering lust hole.
Between very long kissing she screamed out with more demands. “Deeper! Deeper!
Oooooooo! My sweet fucking Jesu! You`re lasting so long! I love it! Faster love! Faster!
Ooooooo! Oooooooo! Mmmmmmmm! You have such a huge fucking cock! Bang me! Bang me! Fucking
take me!” Her last sound was muffled by his insistent mouth. Her legs moved from around
his waist and arched back to give him the maximum access possible to her frothing groin.
She offered all of her basest desires and needs and that was why he granted her permission
to sport with the young lad. Thomas Chatterton was a man of the world and he knew that
variety truly was the spice for zesty life. Occasionally he would recall some hot wench
he`d done in some tavern or London brothel but Gwendolyn wasn`t going through the motions.
His slutty wife was eager and urgent for long bouts of uninhibited rutting like she was
doing right now. Again and again she jerked and churned on his driving dick, reveling in
the freedom of completely unbridled carnal play.
Her g spot erupted again with a lesser gush of pungent filth and still that
powerful prick went on and on and on. If this was the price she had to pay to fuck young
noble lads than she would pay it anytime with interest. If Thomas wanted to fuck her
tiny ass hole so she could romp with any young squire that tickled her fancy, then so be
it. All she really knew was that her cunt had to have cock and the more the merrier.
Besides Thomas was a very good lover, even if he was practically twice her age. Her only
regret was that her noble Lord wasn`t twenty once again. What a man he must have been in
his prime if he could send her soul to perdition`s gate like this, night after hedonistic
night.
From time to time, her cunt slamming Lord would break a kiss to suck her rigid
nipples or push her wiggling toes into his hungry mouth. Her enticing giggles and
whimpers spurred him on to more outrageous twists and turns inside her creamy cunt hole.
Tom determined to let his cock feel every searing inch of her carnal tunnel. His
cock head felt inflamed and itched like the devil but he still hadn`t quite reached the
point of no return. He didn`t know if he`d been fucking his hot bitch for many minutes or
hours. It really didn`t matter. All he wanted to do was to thoroughly enjoy every bit of
this depraved creature who fortuitously just happened to be his wife. There was no
question that she was most deliciously Welsh. He knew from smirking comments made by
certain Welsh nobles that it was the custom for Lords and ladies to have alternate lovers
as long as they weren`t under the same roof. As a result Gwendolyn wasn`t burdened with
the same unnatural restraints that so many inhibited English aristocratic bitches were
encumbered with. To Gwendolyn love play was something to enjoy like an excellent wine
except even more so.
Thomas got much more playful now. He got his meat out of her cunt somehow and
launched a new series of thrusts down her totally vulnerable anus. The tightness drove
him wild! His own groans and gasps were muffled with her inviting, intoxicating kissing
while her body writhed and bucked in painful ecstasy. Then as suddenly as he`d entered her
anal wonderland, he moved back to her pussy and drilled it unmercifully. He knew her body
so well now. The lusty Norman Lord knew precisely what her cunt craved. His cock knew
that those lovely little holes wanted it desperately and whatever instincts his dick
possessed, determined to do its utmost to fulfill its mission.
By this time Gwendolyn had no decency or control left. “Fuck me! By the bleeding
nails of Christ! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass! Harder! Faster! Oh God! Oh my Lord! Yes! Yes!
Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhhhh! Eeeeeeeeeeooooooowwwwwwww! Again! Keep fucking!”
Gwen`s belly and groin convulsed from a body wrenching, cream squirting orgasm.
She felt like she`d ruptured something inside and he wouldn`t let her come back down to
the level of mere mortals. His drilling cock extended her ecstasy from seconds into
minutes and all she could do was scream obscenities and lunge to meet his marauding meat.
She couldn`t seem to stop squirting as her lust kept gushing like some large lake that has
broken a flimsy dam. Then she felt him tense. She saw his eyes glaze and his mouth open
in a silent scream. She clutched his rump and drove him inside harder and sharper to
intensify his sex pain. “You fucking filthy witch! God! Fuck! Aaaaaahhhhh!” Even through
her own juices she felt his liquid fire erupt down her pussy shaft. She pulled him down
kissing him in her most filthy ways and using her hands to force him to keep fucking to
extend his own rapture. Thomas couldn`t breathe. It was as if his very soul was being
pumped into Gwendolyn`s surging snatch. These precious seconds made him forget
everything. The only thing that mattered was this glorious moment in time. Burst after
burst of his seed drained into Gwen`s writhing vaginal paradise. Their genitals were
coated with juicy lust and slowly as they came back to earth, the excess of lubrication
made the exquisite friction gradually diminish. Thomas lay on his still shuddering wife,
his cock limp and spent. He was very well pleased with this latest wild sexual excursion.
He welcomed her warmth and vitality as Gwen`s hot flesh blended with his own body heat.
The spent nobleman matched his own rasping breathing with her own delightful cadence.
The closeness made him feel truly alive through every part of his being.
“There is magic in your kiss Gwen. I`ve never loved or been loved by another woman
like you. You`re far too playful to be a wife. You`re more like a well paid mistress only
more so.” She giggled, “Hmmmmm, you say the sweetest things my naughty Lord. Why don`t you
sleep awhile? I have to see to Joanna soon. She`s still so small and fragile and I`ve got
to make sure the wet nurse is supplying her with enough milk. It`s so hard to get good
help these days.” He rolled off her and lay back still admiring his wife`s naked beauty.
“I know what you mean. Those Saxon dogs would rather die than work methinks.” She moved
reluctantly out of the bed and got her robe on. “I know. Tis the way of things. Fear not
my love. I`ll be back soon.” He saw the quick flash of her smile before she departed.
Thomas reclined back on the comfortable pillow and let his mind wander. He was very
tired after all. He was starting to feel his age and that was a real shame. How he could
have ridden and ravished Gwen if he were but twenty and five again. In those distant
days, when he found consolation with some smithy`s daughter or a fish monger`s wife, he
literally could go from wench to wench in the same night and not sleep a wink and still be
ready for a full day`s duties. Where had the vitality gone? Why did men and women have to
grow old, slowly declining into a worthless and helpless physical wreck? Then the memory
of his first love shot back into his mind like some flaming arrow. The startling image of
fair haired Elaine with the girlish laugh and the tight, insatiable love crack revisited
his tired thoughts. God that vile wench had been super tight! He couldn`t get enough
that summer long ago. He snuck her to dark rooms in the tower or the dark, dank dungeon.
They`d slip off to the woods and do each other beside some gurgling stream so they could
clean up afterwards. He learned that a woman`s mouth could do a lot more than just kiss,
it could suck and swallow. And how could Elaine swallow! She gulped his seed like it was
tasty milk. Her body became an open book where he might explore and write the most
extravagant feelings therein.
His face became grim then. Shortly after he`d discovered Elaine his fucking father
arranged for bitch Matilda to storm into his life. Even during the wedding night he
couldn`t escape Elaine. When he discovered that Matilda was a cold, completely
unresponsive bed partner, he snuck off after the slug finally slept. He`d gone to Elaine
that very night to find true solace and release. But then Matilda found out. It seemed
like the bitch found everything out sooner or later. Poor Elaine was packed off to marry
some drunken leather worker. Thirty miles was a safe distance and he never saw her again.
When Matilda had gone screaming to his father about Elaine, his father quickly solved that
problem in his usual callous way. Eventually when he`d become a full knight with men under
his command, he`d been able to attend the royal court. For weeks and even months at a
time he`d escaped from the icy bitch. He begged, borrowed and procured money to visit
every whore house in London and there abouts. Some nights he`d taken those saucy wenches
by the pair until every ounce of sap was drained out of his aching body. At last
Chatterton was free of his domineering father and most blessedly free of the whining
bitch. Unfortunately life was cruel. What it gave with one hand it took with the other.
With sickening realization Thomas grew increasingly aware of his slow decline into late
middle age. He couldn`t thoroughly enjoy his young, soul searing wife as much as he
wished. A mere two or three hours was enough to send his mind reeling into exhausted
slumber. He murmured to himself, “If I were but two and twenty you wouldn`t be able to
walk for an entire fucking week my saucy vixen.”
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