“That is unfair,” she snapped. “Good god woman he was full of port wine and opium,” I reminded her, “Did no one tell you?” “His heart expired during a game of cards,” she countered. “His heart expired indeed, lashed to the wheel of life with his member buried in a naked whore’s backside as two other whores revolved it.” I explained. “No it cannot be!” she protested. “Oh yes, we frequented the same club,” I explained, “And enjoyed the same pleasures, whores leashed and bound and tightly corseted, young girls as fresh and innocent as young Aveline. That is as fresh as she when they arrived, after a few weeks they would do anyhing a man could desire.” “You have a strange imagination John,” Emily declared, “But yes I knew of his whore chasing and yes I held him away, but not before he betrayed me with the whores.” “So you knew?” I queried, “Yet you would abandon Aveline to a life of sating my perversions?” “No, I would assume you would sate those needs elsewhere.” she admitted. “Then I am sorry to have to disabuse you of those notions,” I explained, “I think it might be prudent to show you my play room, I had intended to invite young maids from the village but with a willing young wife perhaps she should be able to sate my needs, see for yourself the depravation you seek to consign your daughter to.” “You jest,” she challenged. “If it will assist your deliberations I shall show you," I suggested, “The chap I bought this from was quite the connisseur of depravation, I own the play room he left me is the equal of any to be found in France or Spain," I pointed at the door, “ it is through there.” I went to the door and opened it for her to see. The “Play blowjob room” as I called it was down a short corridor with a short flight of stairs downward but the far door was open and light flooded into the far room by the skylight so it was not in the least intimidating. “Do you see?” I explained, “The light comes from the tower above, it is hollow to the glazed ceiling.” “Most peculiar,” she agreed, but she followed as I led her down and along the corridor. “Voila! as the frenchies have it,” I laughed as I led her into the tower playroom. The entire inside of the hollow stone tower was whitewashed and reflected the light downwards with little diminuition. It was and is twenty feet clear at the base almost circular on two sides but squared on two more where the door came in and the side at right anges where a asian wheel was situate. She trod uneasily on the thick carpets as she loked round at the copious polished metal chains, leather straps and other paraphernalia hooked to the lower walls. Whips and paddles, hand cuffs, swords, chains in great profusion, a scolds bridle, chastity belts, various appliances sat upon the work bench to one side. Chains hung from the great oak beam set across the middle of the tower around twenty feet I would say from the stone floor, for which a double ladder rested against the wall. Chans not merely for the huge candelabra for lighting the room after sun down but many spare stout chains each easily able to take the weight of a man or more likely japanese a woman. On a curved wall a crucifix, full size though with straps not nails Hardcore for attachment. On the floor stocks, in two sizes, one large for wide spread legs, one small for closed legs. A wheel took pride of place on the squared wall. Over seven feet in diameter, made by a mill wright and like a mill wheel, except it had adjustable brackets and attachment points for chains. Its shaft speared the wall of the room and a huge break lever stood proud locking it from turning. “That was how William met his demise,” I explained with a gesture towards the great wheel, “With a whore.” “Really, I had no inclination to know.” she declared, “Did it spin him senseless?” “No, it cannot spin,” I explained, “Actually it merely revolves to the inverse position leaving one inverted, or as the case may be as some other angle.” She stepped nearer looking at it closely. “There is a headrest,” I pointed to the leather covered cup shaped object at the top of the wheel, “The human head and neck can readily support body weight crushing it though not body weight hanging from it!” I laughed. “And you invert people?” she queried. “Indeed, hands strapped here and here,” I pointed out the wide soft leather hand straps, “And feet restrained and one can invert it most easily, provided one judges the weight and build of threesome the person.” She stood transfixed. But she had this hungry look in her eyes as she stared at Jordan squirming on me, my fingers plunging in and out of the girl's juicy snatch. He liked what japanese he asian saw, but was a bit jealous that threesome Hazel was getting a full-on, unrestricted show. “Sorry, sweetheart. “Agreed.” Six or seven a day, double that on the weekend. Cranking the tractor I take you and your belongings out near the back of the field I plowed a couple of days ago and to the 8ft deep grave I dug for you yesterday. Our tongues blowjob played with each other and after a couple minutes of making out, I slowly worked my way down to her fantastic tits. You take pleasure witnessing me and your daughters fucking our son, Billy. Generally when we went out, Susan would tell any guys who approached us that we were on a girl’s night and weren’t looking for company. I was blushing but my uncle wanted to know: “He says I’m pretty and sometimes he wants to kiss me,” I said. and over ready. We can do it this evening if you want to. “But you told me I’m not.” Rohit was as impatient as a horny bull during mating season. Hardcore