“Then I own you do love me,” she insisted, “Or you would prong me from the rear like Kenny the gardener so you might imagine I were your beloved.”
I stopped thrusting entirely, “But why allow them to use you thus?” I asked. XXX “No church, no gowns, no ceremony,” she said awkwardly, “I feel so foolish.”
I held her tight, “We can have a blessing, ‘tis much the same, if you like?” I suggested. “What are you doing?” I demanded. “Absolutely sure?” she asked as she sank down impaling herself. “Are you done?” she asked. “No indeed it was quite delightful,” she declared and she closed the cellar door. “He, he did things,” Annabel complained, as more of the party joined us, “He took advantage, I do believe he took my honour!”
“Call the constable!” Allenby demanded. To be continued
Note this is ‘Entrapped by Miss Annabel’ wiles’ reposted because of troll activity and re edited and rewritten.
