Exploring India With Honey And Robby

Still abed at cock crow, that meant we were wed according to ancient law. “Indeed, and every evening after you collapsed into a deep sleep I shall proceed to the “Red Lion” Inn and therein invite every man jack present to use me and fill me with their seed so the fittest may make a child with me.”
“I should like to watch,” I admitted, “To see your pretty face covered with man cream, standing with members up your womb and backside at one time, naked but for a broad leather belt around your waist.”
“And shoes, do I wear shoes?” she asked
“I know not, I suppose so,otherwise you might get splinters,” I ventured. Governess perhaps, but who would wed me.”
“Surely the very world is at your feet?” I ventured, “You are clever, beautiful, ah”
“A fallen woman, wed in common law to a decrepit old man,” she challenged, “But you were right, your member seems to fit inside me now with little unpleasantness, and I own a modicum