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Her husband heard her and the sound drove him mad. He cried out to her again in a piteous voice. “Lucy! Oh my poor Lucy. What is this blackguard doing to you?” The hapless merchant whipped his head back and forth, trying to work the blindfold off but Jack had tied it as securely as he’d tied the rope at his wrists.
Lucy shuddered and squeezed her eyes shut. Her legs trembled and then, oh miracle, parted slightly as she widened her stance. Quick as thought, Jack slid his middle finger inside her warm, wet cunny while, with his other hand, he parted her pubic hair, drawing it away from her nub.
“Ahh,” Lucy shuddered. “Please,” she murmured. “You shouldn’t. This is…oh, it’s wrong.”
Jack pushed a second finger into her and felt rather than heard her swift intake of breath. Her legs parted even further as her bosom heaved with the strength of the sensations roiling through her. Her juices ran down over his hand and dripped to the grassy forest floor. Jack was utterly delighted with her. She’d gone from being a little spitting foul-mouthed hellfire to a writhing mass of silky soft lustful flesh.
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