“I believe in common law we are already wed, we have publicly shown our love, but I do believe three weeks are needed for banns so shall we say one month hence?”
Miss Fanshawe winked at her mother. I doubt the mother realised for Brabbinger was far from finished his fornicatory mission and she well the far side of any decorum as she squirmed in ecstasy.
“Did you plan this?” I asked.
“Better an old mans darling than a young man’s drudge,” Miss Fanshawe muttered as she dabbed her parts with a kerchief, “But young boys are so childish, I need a man!”
“Put her down Brabbinger,” I ordered as Brabbinger showed no inclination to cease hs pounding.
“One moment my lord,” he requested.
I left him to his pleasure and stepped over Geoffrey and his lady as they cavorted near naked on the floor.
“Can you mend your robe?” I asked Miss Fanshawe.
“Surely you will buy me a complete new trouseau,” she replied.
“I shall tie you to the bed and keep you naked and well served,” I replied.
She stood beside me, “You won’t regret this,” she said earnestly, “I shall be the best wife ever.”
“I doubt it but I own you do fuck delightfully,” I averred, and I added in exasperation, “How much longer?” as my son and my butler contined to pound their beaus on my study floor.
That was when I became aware that the Duke was striding up to my door, pistols in hand with his entourage in train.
To be continued.
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