A last chance to enjoy sexy Hertfordshire girls

Claude du Valle was bundled past the waiting throng of lords and ladies, farmers and miners, sexy St Alban’s girls and clucking fishwives to the waiting police carriage. He would be transported directly to the court house of St James and from there he knew it would be a one way ticket to the gallows at Tyburn gaol. How had it come to this? How had he been so stupid? The hot girl who had enticed him to bed had given him his last taste of the erotic, it had been an intensely sensual, carnal experience and at least he had given her the time of her young life – she had surely never enjoyed three orgasms in one session before? – and she had given him his last joyous orgasm.

He thought about the girls in the bar: they were surely the best escorts in Hertfordshire, beautiful, nubile and fun loving busty escort beauties and yet he had not even attempted to seduce them and there would never be another chance. His next date was with death itself and he feared the grim reaper didn’t go in much for sexy Hertfordshire girls or for any girls at all... Doomed to end his days early when there was still so much loving left to do and so many orgasms to give.

Du Valle went to the gallows with a heavy heart and his head held high. Crowds of beautiful women thronged in the square, eager to get one last glimpse of the dashing French highwaymen who had so enthralled the nation and who had stolen their hearts with his gallant, chivalrous nature and the fact that whilst he had purloined many a bag of gold he had never once treated a lady with disrespect nor harmed a soul, unlike his rival in the popular consciousness, the dastardly Dick Turpin! Some of the younger, hotter women in the crowd even threw their underwear at Du Valle but with his hands tied he regretfully could not retrieve his prizes, much to the crowd’s dismay.

When he was about to depart this earth Claude du Valle was asked if he had any last words to say to the large crowd before him. He lifted his head and looked out with his stunning eyes across the mass of people, seeking out the one beauty who could so easily have been his one true love. And then he saw her, his Penelope and he spoke his final words:

“Vous êtes mon coeur, mon âme, ma vie. Je vous aime et vous aimerai toujours. Rêvez de moi mon amour.”

With that he departed this life. Penelope stood with tears in her eyes and then turned and walked off, arm in arm with her lover, Charlotte...

The end. Tomorrow, another Silk Stocking Story from Hertfordshire Escorts.