Chapter 27 - The Wicked Witch of the East

"Come on My Lord, don't make me wait." The half-naked woman was lying on the luxurious bed, her ample bosoms were exposed and waiting to be ravaged. The man whom she was talking to was standing not far away, pouring himself a glass of Scotch, downing it at one go before slamming the glass on the table. The man was in his 20s, tall with dark hair. His piercing dark eyes looked at the seductive woman appreciatively and he walked over to her slowly while releasing the robe he was wearing. His bulging manhood stood erected, ready to pierce into her honeypot.

The woman's eyes widened at the sight before her. 'Looks like the rumour is true. Blackwell is generous indeed.'

She licked her lips and waited for the man to pounce on her. Today was indeed her lucky day, she had met Lord Benjamin Blackwell while attending a tea party. He had offered to send her home, but instead of hers, he had brought her to his manor instead. Not that she objected, she had waited for this moment since the first t