Sentence The Twohundredandfortyfifth
As a bed, the pallet with it's straw mattress covering was a jackleg piece of furniture, but Dominic Doubleday had used worse and he had a simple philosophy, which was to make do with whatever was available, so he joined Goldilocks and soon had his hand within her garments; she was a soft, plump and smooth child and he was rather pleased with His Master's idea and wondering whether this morsel might be better secreted within MacFarlane's Establishment, where she would be readily available, rather than in her present Maister's House across he road; if Sir Parlane succeeds tonight he might be happy to reward me in this way; when he climbed across her, she opened readily to
accommodate him and her body moved with a practised ease which made him wonder at her true age, he had heard of adult women whose size and looks enabled them to pass as young girls, but he was not going to be fussy even if she was outside his preferred age-range – she was sweet tasted and succulent and as his passion swept over him he began to bombinate, emitting a deep bee-like humming in time with his breathing; Goldilocks clasped her hands behind his head and kissed him deeply on the mouth at which point he let out a deep groan which seemed to rise from his boots and with a series of shudders, he jaculated and to his surprise, she seemed to experience a simultaneous orgasm, always something of a bonus, but not necessary for his own pleasure; later, after he had slid off her and they lay two abreast on the small truckle, he asked her name, to which she replied
“Goldilocks, if you please Sir,” and when he asked if she had any other name, said “no Sir, just Goldilocks, 'tis the name The Maister gave me when he bought me,” and when he asked if she had a Mother or Faither and if so, what they called her she said simply, “nay Sir, I am a norphan, always was a norphan, am now a norphan and ever shall be a norphan, for I am naebdy's child, Amen,” and leaning across to suck her nipple, though there was as yet no breast swelling beneath it, he actually shed a tear for a child with no parents or siblings, no name save that given to her by a dry auld stick of a Maister, and a lifetime of being used by other men like himself to look forward to, and that was when he decided: to take her to Sir Parlane's House and seek out a Lawyer friend of His Master to testify to his adoption of this child whom he would rear as his own, ensuring that no other shall fuck her but himself and he alone, Amen!
As a bed, the pallet with it's straw mattress covering was a jackleg piece of furniture, but Dominic Doubleday had used worse and he had a simple philosophy, which was to make do with whatever was available, so he joined Goldilocks and soon had his hand within her garments; she was a soft, plump and smooth child and he was rather pleased with His Master's idea and wondering whether this morsel might be better secreted within MacFarlane's Establishment, where she would be readily available, rather than in her present Maister's House across he road; if Sir Parlane succeeds tonight he might be happy to reward me in this way; when he climbed across her, she opened readily to
accommodate him and her body moved with a practised ease which made him wonder at her true age, he had heard of adult women whose size and looks enabled them to pass as young girls, but he was not going to be fussy even if she was outside his preferred age-range – she was sweet tasted and succulent and as his passion swept over him he began to bombinate, emitting a deep bee-like humming in time with his breathing; Goldilocks clasped her hands behind his head and kissed him deeply on the mouth at which point he let out a deep groan which seemed to rise from his boots and with a series of shudders, he jaculated and to his surprise, she seemed to experience a simultaneous orgasm, always something of a bonus, but not necessary for his own pleasure; later, after he had slid off her and they lay two abreast on the small truckle, he asked her name, to which she replied “Goldilocks, if you please Sir,” and when he asked if she had any other name, said “no Sir, just Goldilocks, 'tis the name The Maister gave me when he bought me,” and when he asked if she had a Mother or Faither and if so, what they called her she said simply, “nay Sir, I am a norphan, always was a norphan, am now a norphan and ever shall be a norphan, for I am naebdy's child, Amen,” and leaning across to suck her nipple, though there was as yet no breast swelling beneath it, he actually shed a tear for a child with no parents or siblings, no name save that given to her by a dry auld stick of a Maister, and a lifetime of being used by other men like himself to look forward to, and that was when he decided: to take her to Sir Parlane's House and seek out a Lawyer friend of His Master to testify to his adoption of this child whom he would rear as his own, ensuring that no other shall fuck her but himself and he alone, Amen!
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