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FINN
I could see the hint of chafing at Caroline's wrists. The sleeves of her dress came down long enough to hide it from others, Mrs. Campbell being one, but every time she lifted her coffee cup or smoothed her already perfect hair, I could see the marks.
I'd used my belt to tie her to the headboard and take her. Again and again. She'd had control of me when she'd sucked my c**k--very successfully--on the porch, but instead of making me forget our conversation or overpowering me with her wiles, she'd only added to my need to possess. She knew the reason for the laudanum. Caroline was not a good liar. Mrs. Bidwell seemed a competent woman, although her choice in Meecham left me, and Caroline, questioning her abilities. The man had been a sick bastard and shouldn't even have had owner
