Sentence The Twohundredandninetyfirst
As she curtsied in acknowledgement of the appreciative roars of Sir Parlane and his friends for her narration and her abilities as la lectrice (or psychopomp) and Goldilocks and Rosie MacReddie scampered off to change into something less, Marie Doubleday felt herself seized from behind by
strong hands and her skirts were thrown up over her back – a quick glance revealed to her that her present possesser was Father Pandelion Gillyfeather, Abbot of Melrose and a cousin both of Sir Parlane and the King, and therefore not a person to be refused, especially on this night when she, and all the girls and boys of the Household, apart, of course, from Lady MacFarlane and her Maidservant Dorrie, who were in all probability themselves entangled with each other in the garret bed-closet they shared, had been told separately by both The Master and Dominic, her husbandman, that all the Gentleman visitors would be at liberty to enjoy each and all of them, in whatever combination they chose to gravitate and that any reluctance on their part would result in instant dismissal, but none would complain and all would fulfil the expectations of the party, for they were well practised in the art of compliance, having been schooled by their Master and His Man, so she smiled at the Abbot and bent forward, his hands on her hips, and giving him full view of her rump to aid him in his choice of destination: “'tis a fu Min the nicht,” said Marie seductively, “I can see that,” murmured the Abbot, gazing fondly at her posterior, “and being something of a selenologist, I certainly appreciate the contours of such a well-configured moon as that before me,” and he chuckled, “I wonder which crater I should visit first, what would you suggest Madam?” and Marie giggled: “am telt Ma anus is a pleasure tae explore, although frae ma pudenda tae the core is said tae be fu o it's ain wondrous delichts”, and she hesitated, “is thon a cudgel that ye carry in yer hose, Reverend Faither? Yer nae a fitpad or bootlegger efter derk, surely,” and Father Pandelion laughed, “fear not, sweet Marie, my Crown Jewels are entirely for your pleasure, not pain – and I took great care to wash them in Holy Water this day,” and Marie reached back, between her legs and taking hold of the Abbot's Orbs and Sceptre, weighed them in her hands: “ah dae believe, Maister Abbot, that ye intend tae fully invest me with sumpn swee'er than Haily Watter, may ah taste it furst, afore ye tak the plunge?” and the Abbot spun her around, so that her face came level with his cod-piece, bulging with his genitals, and to his delight, Marie deftly stripped his legs of their covering and his mighty cock, released at last from it's imprisonment, sprang up before her very eyes!
As she curtsied in acknowledgement of the appreciative roars of Sir Parlane and his friends for her narration and her abilities as la lectrice (or psychopomp) and Goldilocks and Rosie MacReddie scampered off to change into something less, Marie Doubleday felt herself seized from behind by
strong hands and her skirts were thrown up over her back – a quick glance revealed to her that her present possesser was Father Pandelion Gillyfeather, Abbot of Melrose and a cousin both of Sir Parlane and the King, and therefore not a person to be refused, especially on this night when she, and all the girls and boys of the Household, apart, of course, from Lady MacFarlane and her Maidservant Dorrie, who were in all probability themselves entangled with each other in the garret bed-closet they shared, had been told separately by both The Master and Dominic, her husbandman, that all the Gentleman visitors would be at liberty to enjoy each and all of them, in whatever combination they chose to gravitate and that any reluctance on their part would result in instant dismissal, but none would complain and all would fulfil the expectations of the party, for they were well practised in the art of compliance, having been schooled by their Master and His Man, so she smiled at the Abbot and bent forward, his hands on her hips, and giving him full view of her rump to aid him in his choice of destination: “'tis a fu Min the nicht,” said Marie seductively, “I can see that,” murmured the Abbot, gazing fondly at her posterior, “and being something of a selenologist, I certainly appreciate the contours of such a well-configured moon as that before me,” and he chuckled, “I wonder which crater I should visit first, what would you suggest Madam?” and Marie giggled: “am telt Ma anus is a pleasure tae explore, although frae ma pudenda tae the core is said tae be fu o it's ain wondrous delichts”, and she hesitated, “is thon a cudgel that ye carry in yer hose, Reverend Faither? Yer nae a fitpad or bootlegger efter derk, surely,” and Father Pandelion laughed, “fear not, sweet Marie, my Crown Jewels are entirely for your pleasure, not pain – and I took great care to wash them in Holy Water this day,” and Marie reached back, between her legs and taking hold of the Abbot's Orbs and Sceptre, weighed them in her hands: “ah dae believe, Maister Abbot, that ye intend tae fully invest me with sumpn swee'er than Haily Watter, may ah taste it furst, afore ye tak the plunge?” and the Abbot spun her around, so that her face came level with his cod-piece, bulging with his genitals, and to his delight, Marie deftly stripped his legs of their covering and his mighty cock, released at last from it's imprisonment, sprang up before her very eyes!
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