Charlotte's lust for the randy Highwayman

An eerie silence had descended over the Yorkshire moors, home to Althorpe Hall and Geofrey St John Stevens sat bolt upright in bed, his body in a sweat from the unpleasant nightmare he had suffered due to the mix of rich food and potent brandy he had consumed over dinner and beyond. He shivered in the cold of his room and he felt a slight nausea as part of his dreadful hangover. Reaching to the side of the bed he found his trusty hip flask and swigged a large measure of rum. Hair of the dog had always worked a treat for Geofrey and it did so again.

He picked up his pocket watch and peered in the dark at the small grey dial, the hands indicating it was four a.m. He patted the bed to his side and found that his good lady wife was not there. Where on earth could the strumpet be he bellowed in a sudden and consuming fit of rage? When a man is in need of physical comfort his wife should be at his side, at the ready to perform her wifely duties. It had begun to irritate him that Penelope took every opportunity to avoid having sex with him but to go to these lengths? To sleep apart indeed! It was outrageous and she would hear of it.

Geofrey rose from the bed and grabbed his trousers and boots, a shirt and waistcoat and dressed hurriedly, determined to locate and chastise the young wench. It was time that he showed her who wore the pants in their relationship, once and for all.

Meanwhile in the bathroom Penelope had enjoyed her second internal orgasm with the lusty highwayman of the evening, this time as she rode him whilst he sat in a bath chair. Charlotte was growing impatient however and climbed from the bath, her skin already well on the way to becoming wrinkly and uncomfortable. The two other girls also got out and they dried each other and dressed. It was time they left as they had to prepare breakfast for the master of the house in little more than three hours.

Approaching the two lovers Charlotte kissed and bit at Penelope’s neck and then kissed Claude full on the lips before pressing her firm, pert bosoms into his face. Momentarily distracted Claude looked at the young temptress and was taken by her beauty and her sublime sexuality. Dismounting Penelope he pulled the girl to him and she straddled the well built Frenchman, immediately letting out a stifled scream as she felt his hugeness inside of her.

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