Sentence The Twohundredandeightyfifth
Doubleday's mind, though he did not let his Master know, had not been entirely on the work in hand – the double entry of Goldilocks, who, for all her childish appearance, was already well-versed in
the proclivities of Men – but Sir Parlane MacFarlane had been aware of his Man's reticence and wondered if it was because of the information he had just given to Dominic, that his wife Marie was now pregnant with Sir Parlane's child (not hearsay, those mouse droppings of information most easily picked up in a large household, where Master and his Lady lived cheek by jowl – often quite literally – with their servants, but fact, resulting from MacFarlane's intimate knowledge of women in all their menstrual cycles and stages of pregnancy) surely not information which would arouse jealousy in the cuckolded husband, a Man, unlike his Master, unable to have sexual relations with a mature woman and apparently turned to lacustrine limpidity by the sight of pubic hairs; Sir Parlane knew no such qualms himself, for he delighted in all ages of femininity after, say, about the age of nine or ten and all the way up to, he imagined ninety or a hundred, although, in practice, the oldest he had fucked was a Mother Superior of about eighty, who had the enthsiasm of the most experienced courtesan,
Black Velvet MacCaroon, for example, and the knowledge to boot; no, Sir Parlane doubted that the prospect of becoming the legal father of a child born of his Master's seed would produce any conflict in his Man's head or heart, the reverse in fact, for it would produce a greater bond between the two Men – it must be his expressed anxiety of mingling with other Nobles in The Ring which the two had just founded, though, so far, they were the only Members – and a bond which their frequent equal participation in the seduction of young maidens was bound to cement; the Master determined to demonstrate to his closest accomplice that all men were equal when stripped of their clothing and their organs were displayed for everyone to see, and The Ring would confirm this, by having a membership of only twelve, drawn from all levels of Society, from the most illustrious Monarch, down to the basest Servant: united in their search for, discovery of, and congress with the most delectable of girls to be found in the city of Auld Reekie and the whole of Scotland and even - though he had found their girls to be rather ill-favoured visually, while just as enjoyable if their faces were covered by a blindfold or a sack - that Bullying Bastion in the Southern Regions of this Island; yes, The Ring would seek, seduce and shag the prettiest and the plainest with equal verve, for none would be exempt from their depredations; and he would help Dominic to overcome his in-bred obsequiesness and hold his sturdy member as proudly erect as the Highest in the Land!
Doubleday's mind, though he did not let his Master know, had not been entirely on the work in hand – the double entry of Goldilocks, who, for all her childish appearance, was already well-versed in
the proclivities of Men – but Sir Parlane MacFarlane had been aware of his Man's reticence and wondered if it was because of the information he had just given to Dominic, that his wife Marie was now pregnant with Sir Parlane's child (not hearsay, those mouse droppings of information most easily picked up in a large household, where Master and his Lady lived cheek by jowl – often quite literally – with their servants, but fact, resulting from MacFarlane's intimate knowledge of women in all their menstrual cycles and stages of pregnancy) surely not information which would arouse jealousy in the cuckolded husband, a Man, unlike his Master, unable to have sexual relations with a mature woman and apparently turned to lacustrine limpidity by the sight of pubic hairs; Sir Parlane knew no such qualms himself, for he delighted in all ages of femininity after, say, about the age of nine or ten and all the way up to, he imagined ninety or a hundred, although, in practice, the oldest he had fucked was a Mother Superior of about eighty, who had the enthsiasm of the most experienced courtesan,
Black Velvet MacCaroon, for example, and the knowledge to boot; no, Sir Parlane doubted that the prospect of becoming the legal father of a child born of his Master's seed would produce any conflict in his Man's head or heart, the reverse in fact, for it would produce a greater bond between the two Men – it must be his expressed anxiety of mingling with other Nobles in The Ring which the two had just founded, though, so far, they were the only Members – and a bond which their frequent equal participation in the seduction of young maidens was bound to cement; the Master determined to demonstrate to his closest accomplice that all men were equal when stripped of their clothing and their organs were displayed for everyone to see, and The Ring would confirm this, by having a membership of only twelve, drawn from all levels of Society, from the most illustrious Monarch, down to the basest Servant: united in their search for, discovery of, and congress with the most delectable of girls to be found in the city of Auld Reekie and the whole of Scotland and even - though he had found their girls to be rather ill-favoured visually, while just as enjoyable if their faces were covered by a blindfold or a sack - that Bullying Bastion in the Southern Regions of this Island; yes, The Ring would seek, seduce and shag the prettiest and the plainest with equal verve, for none would be exempt from their depredations; and he would help Dominic to overcome his in-bred obsequiesness and hold his sturdy member as proudly erect as the Highest in the Land!
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