man She kissed him on the cheek and laid her head on his shoulder. But he pushed her away and pulled a long knife out of its sheath. With one hand, he pulled the silk of Evelyn's underpants onto himself, and with the other hand, with a precisely calculated movement, he cut off and discarded a piece of cloth. Almost the entire pubis was exposed - - bulging, fluffy, richly covered with golden hair. However, he didn’t seem to have attracted the attention of a thali man, who, with lightning speed, extracted a rearing penis from a slot in his pants. Evelyn was struck by his length, which could compete with the length of the baton.

- - Take it in your mouth! - - Abulscher quietly commanded.

Evelyn froze, she was frightened again, frightened by the sight of a tense organ swaying before her eyes. Abulscher grabbed her hair at the back of his head and bowed his head tightly. From surprise, Evelyn screamed and opened her mouth, and then an elastic male organ appeared in her mouth. She was surprised to find that she did not feel disgust or hostility. On the contrary, she was ready to triumph, conscious of her power over male power. After all, now, if she wants, she can make him very painful with his teeth. Or maybe even eat it! But no, no, she will not do either. Shyly she ran her tongue to the very top of the organ ... The tip of the tongue felt a groove with a hollow. The organ twitched, even jumped. So he is pleased! The shaft of new excitement fell upon Evelyn, the very thought that she could subdue this, at first glance, such an appalling instrument, was driving her crazy. In a frenzy, she began to suck, nibbling, a member clenched with her lips, squeezing his base with her hand, pulling the curly black hairs growing around her. Bending low over a male member standing upright, she clutched at him with her mouth, like a dog in a tasty bone ...

And Abulscher's hands, stroking Evelyn on the back, reached the heavy hemispheres of the buttocks and slightly parted them. With strength, but at the same time softly, the rounded girlish ass was raised above the saddle - - to give way to greedy fingers, who were looking for a hidden entrance. She trembled, feeling the rough pads of fingers caressing a deep well, leading to the very center of her being, and how her body, responding to gentle touches, radiates passions of passion ...

Suddenly, he freed his body, hard as a stone, from a mouth that squeezed him and with a sharp movement lifted Evelyn's body up - for a moment the girl was hanging between heaven and earth. Dropping down, he put her on a stake, like a stake. A spear from male flesh stuck in the waiting depth, it almost reached the heart, but it didn’t cause pain, but incredible sweetness ... Evelyn felt that the horse beneath them no longer stood still. And the truth is - now Desi was walking leisurely across the grass. Her every step responded with a pleasant push in Evelyn's bosom, along the dense inner walls slid here and there, in time with the movements of the horse, not losing the elasticity of the penis. She wanted to forget about everything in the world, so long as these movements, which gave her indescribable pleasure, did not end ...

As if from somewhere far away, Evelyn flew a quiet laugh. This laughed Thalese. The horse went to a trot, and then to a fast run. Evelyn compared herself to a butterfly that was caught and pinned with a pin. Only instead of a pin - a huge male organ ... Each attack of the horse's muscular shoulders pushed it deeper and deeper ... It lasted until it felt like the whole body of a man seemed momentarily stiff and his river held back desires came out, finally, from the shores and gushed towards what has long since flowed out of the streams of feminine lust ... And this lust gave way to the satisfaction felt by each of its cells ...

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E »... This passion does not leave me.Everything that used to interest me lost all interest. I live in a void that separates from each other those inexplicable moments in which I get what my life is now aimed at. I do not know what all this will lead to and how it will end. After all, he is only a servant and pagan to whom a Christian benefactor is unavailable. I am aware of my fall and do not hope that I will ever be able to atone for my sin. Now I have nothing in common with even close people. I leave them, although maybe the fate of those stray dogs who howl at night at the moon awaits me. God save my soul.

Evelyn Bellingham, Sargohabad, May 20, 1900. "F

This is part of a note that will later be found in one of Evelyn’s books, and which was written on the day she put an end to her entire past life, unable to cope with her passion.

She met with Abulscher daily, but that was not enough for her, she was drawn to him so that she needed to see him two or three times a day ... And not just to see ...

Blinded by desire, she neglected elementary caution, did not think at all about the risk that sometimes even a brief meeting carried with her.

Afternoon hours were best for meetings, when the sun, crossing over the zenith, was scorching mercilessly. All living things sought to hide from the heat. The inhabitants of the homes of the masters slept, and the servants, if they did anything, they could barely make sleepy flies.

Evelyn lay in a dark closet. So that the clothes do not stick to the skin wet from sweat, she threw everything off. Abulscher’s wife left for a week with relatives, and Evelyn, using this, secretly made her way to his house twice a day. She liked this tiny room, most of which was occupied by a wooden, well-knit bed covered with a quilt. In the corner was a cupboard built from a large drawer, its shelves were lined with clay bowls, jugs and cups. He was ashamed of his poverty and, moreover, did not want to take another risk.

“Are you hot, Miss Sahib?”

- - No, not much...

She turned on her side, the old bed creaked. In the faint rays of the sun, barely breaking through here, her body glowed like pearls.

- - Your body ... It is so white ... Like a houri ...

- - Guria?

- re!

The entire back of a person tied to a pole has already been a bloody mess, with narrow, torn strips of skin hanging from the sides. Without stopping, Evelyn looked at what was happening. Her heart beat fast. The man at the pillar was inflexible, cruel torture did not achieve the desired executioner results ...

- - Forty five! ... Forty six!

Evelyn felt a wave of terrible excitement roll over her. She suddenly wanted the pain from the blows of the “nine tails” to become even more painful.

- - Hurry up, - she whispered. - - Stronger! ... Hit him! Stronger!

Now Evelyn caught every movement of the scourge. Having clung to the shrub, she felt the excitement that engulfed her give way to a sharp, hitherto unknown pleasure ...

And suddenly the thaler swayed. The bloodied torso was tilted, legs gave way ... After a second, a pillar lay something shapeless ... But it was not lifeless — it was visible from a distance, how the convulsed body kept cracking every now and then

Evelyn closed her eyes. Her nauseated, her legs and arms were numb. Between the legs for some reason it became wet. From this feeling, it vomited even more. Then a strange fear came over. Having gathered all her strength, Evelyn looked at the bleeding body for the last time and rushed to the house.

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The sun was about to set. The wall clock struck five times. The birds in the garden had become furious in flocks, announcing with their chirping about the imminent coolness. There was a distant sound of a forge, intended for the soldiers of Her Majesty, and spoke of the end of the next day of their service. Mrs. Elizabeth Bellingham, the wife of the regimental commander, was in a hurry to leave the garden, she minced in small steps on a white sandy road. In order not to stain the long dark blue skirt, she gently lifted her edge and held ... Read more →