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“Eliza please!" the mother insisted. Miss Fanshawe she was becoming distressed now, “He forced his, his, his thing inside me!” she blurted out It didn’t seem possible, my Geoffrey, seemingly hard put to say Boo to a goose. “Very well,” I agreed, In the event that this is so, what do you seek?” I queried. “Why an offer of Marriage,” she insisted. “I see little difficulty on that score,” I chuckled, “If he won’t indian marry you I will!” She stood, took two paces forward and slapped me hard across my face, “It is no joking matter.” she insisted, sealing in my mind the notion that Geoffrey could not possibly have ravished her for she would have thrown him aside with the greatest of ease. I grasped her wrist firmly to prevent a recurrance, her perfume assailed me, her warm firm body pressed against mine, the swell of her bosoms against my chest, her hot breath against my cheek. Unworthy thoughts raced through my mind, my member slowly uncurled from his slumber. “Unhand me you brute!” she protested. “Only when you calm yourself,” I countered, “Are you sure Geoffrey ravished you, or was indianfuck it yourself who ravished he?” “He ravished me, how many more times must I relay this unhappy indiancouple tale?” she protested. “So why has it taken what, nine days to report this?” I queried. “We knew not where to find you,” the mother said awkwardly. She was a sad downtrodden grey woman in a grey shawl, aged beyond her years sadly. “So did you undertake research and find poor Geoffrey was the most eligable suitor?” I queried, “Or did you make a list of possible suitors and then steadily worked your way through it one fool at a time.” “My lord!” the mother protested but I knew I had rumbled them. “Very well, I shall summon Geoffrey, shall we say tomorrow, two of the clock, shall we meet here?” I thought of the fragrant Miss Fanshawe that evening when I took my ease with Maisey my upstairs maid, I imagined it was Miss Fanshawe’s lips around my member not Maiseys, that it was Miss Fanshawe’s moans from the intrusion of my fingers and her moans when I twisted her teats. It troubled me considerably that I desired Miss Fanshawe so much that mistaking the maid for Miss Fanshawe in my mind it was only with conciderable difficulty that managed to refrain from turning her on her back and mounting her rather than have her milk my member into a chamber pot. Geoffrey was most affronted when he attended on the morrow, “On my honour I never touched her father,” he insisted, “Why would I when I have my own girl?” “Your own girl?” I enquired. “Yes, but it is a secret, her father does desicouple not know,” he assured me. “And whom am I to understand feels you are unworthy of his daughter?” I asked. He told me, I felt sick to the pit of my stomach, “Dear desi lord desifuck you do tread dangerously,” I explained, “The Duke is well versed in seeing off rivals in duels, have you been practicing?” “No father, we feel he will come round when sweet Amelia is with child,” he assured me. “Come round, he will come round with a loaded pistol in each hand,” I averred, “Dear god, I would admit to groping Miss Fanshawe and keep well out of it if I were you.” “Then you may grope her and welcome,” he stated, “A pleasant change from serving maids I would have thought.” “Then I shall,” I agreed, “I believe that wench needs a tad more than a brief insertion, I believe she would fit very nicely on my member.” “Good lord father I believe you are smitten,” he suggested, “Are you sure your heart will stand the pace?” “No idea, at least I might die happy!” I agreed. 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