The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 2 (Part 20)

All coherent poise fled on downy wings as his hard finger pads grabbed my quim. Palm and thumb rubbed: I fell into the abyss of sin once more. If not anchored firmly on both ends, the chair and I would have splattered. His Lordship forced two crises. I panted, sloe-eyes lidded, in my mouth his wet hand replaced hers, as a mongrel bitch in heat, I lapped and suckled digits, my carnal appetite apparently insatiable. Two hard feminine slaps. I unsteadily clambered off the chair. My uniform restored, hem to mid-shin, eyes downcast, cheeks marked. Miss Frothinglips led me away.

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  1. Definitely the undoing of young Ruby.

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    • Don’t be so hasty. Ruby has hidden depths and although her journey may be arduous she will not be broken only molded.

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      • That sounds like a much longer story which is obviously good news for me 😊

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