Belinda, as part of his household, would, of course, accompany him to court. Remembering her silken, rounded body, and her obvious interest in the sensations of the flesh, Robert realized that she might be of great use to him. Important officials were not averse to a tasty, virgin cunt, especially when such beauty of face and form went with it, and many a man had lost his discretion at the urgings of his cock.

Robert smiled to himself. The cunt might not be exactly virginal by the time the girl reached court, but after all, she would perform that much better with a little experience.

Robert felt his great organ begin to tingle again, and the heat began to flow into his loins. It made things no better that since his wife had died a year ago, he had had to make do with pretty but simple serving girls. Living in the country had its disadvantages. Of course, there was the wife of his near neighbour, Arnold Ranely, but she was a bit too cow-like and romantic to be very exciting. Finch, at forty, was in the height of his manhood, and a fond, fast fuck was not his idea of the ultimate in sexual delight.

He turned off the path leading to the main house, and started toward the gardener's cottage. The gardener's daughter was pretty and very willing and he could try to pretend that her active, artful young body was that of his niece. Damned little baggage. He had no idea at the moment quite how it was to happen, but he must have a taste of that little morsel soon.

His self-induced ejaculation had served only to whet his appetite for more, and he quickened his step as he felt his blood-gorged penis press tautly against his clothing. The gardener's daughter might not be quite as young as Belinda, and she was certainly no innocent, but she did have undoubted charms of her own.