Kate thanked the crew, especially the Jamaican and felt embarrassed because she had no money for their tip. James said it was fine because everyone was well taken care of. Then James said, “Miss, the crew wanted me to ask if you are Kate Upton. They think you look exactly like her and you have her body double.”
“No, James, sadly I’m not Kate Upton. I’m Jessie, but thanks for asking.”
A chauffeur ushered Jessie to the waiting stretch limo only a hundred meters from the ship. After he helped her in the back seat, he said with a strong French accent, “Mam, it will take me a little over two hours to drive to the mansion. Make yourself comfortable and help yourself to whatever pleases you in the bar.”
Jessie chose a glass of chilled French white wine and sat back to enjoy the ride.
They did not drive to Paris. She could see the sign posts indicating the distance to Paris but the closest they got was forty-five kilometers. In fact, they seemed closer to Versailles so she asked the driver, “Is the villa near Versailles?”
He said, “Oui, Mademoiselle. It might interest you to know that the chateau you will be visiting was Louis XIV’s inspiration for Versailles.”
“Really! How exciting!” she replied.
“Oui, Mademoiselle.”
During the rest of the drive, she napped, so the trip from the dock went quickly.
There was a long tree lined driveway leading to the mansion and when it came into view under a moonlight sky, Jessie couldn’t decide if it was a villa or a chateau. She decided on a chateau.
She was met by a butler and a maid. The butler said, “ Bonsoir, Mademoiselle . Bienvenue sur le Château du Comte Tyton.” Jessie knew just enough high school French to know it was a welcome greeting and that Tyton is a Count. Apparently, she reasoned, ‘Tyton’ is not his first name but a family name.
“Amazing,” she thought. “I’m going to sleep with a Count and I’m going to be his Cinderella!”
Once inside the chateau, the maid said in perfect English, “Mademoiselle, I will show you to your room now.”
She led Jessie past several rooms on the second floor before unlocking a door marked, Romarin. Other rooms were marked, Rose, and Iris, so she assumed her room was named after a flower as well. The maid showed Jessie every cabinet and closet of the room. It seemed familiar to Jessie because it was designed very much like her cabin on the yacht, only much larger.
When showing the bathroom, the maid said, “Mademoiselle, this is a bidet. Be sure to use it often, especially when you have been with a man.” Jessie replied confidently, “Yes I know. I know what a bidet is.” The maid continued, “Breakfast is at nine tomorrow morning but you can have breakfast in bed if you wish. I suggest you go to the dining room the first day.”
“Merci,” Jessica said in her clumsy French.
The maid left Jessica to pick out something in the lingerie closet for the night. It was sheer and pink revealing every nuance of her beautiful body. Jessica didn’t know it but this would be the only night she would spend in bed alone for the week at Château du Comte Tyton.
The morning came early. Jessie had slept soundly and was awakened by the birds chirping and the sunbeam flooding her room. It was already eight thirty and she only had time for a quick shower and throw on the first thing she saw to wear. It was the basic short shorts and a loose fitting halter top. She decided on no panties and there wasn’t time to find a bra that was comfortable. She wore no makeup. Without much effort, Jessie looked cute, casual and sexy, an outfit sure to please Mr. Wonderful.
Jessie tiptoed down the stairs looking for the dining room. Voices on the main floor directed her to a very large banquet like room. In the room, several young girls were seated along with an equal number of men. She was surprised. She was led to believe that she would be the girl of interest with Tyton. Now Jessie was confused and didn’t know what to do.
She scanned the room looking for Ty but none of the men matched the picture he sent. The men was an eclectic group. A black man, an oriental, a man from India, some from the continent and even an American, six in all. The women mirrored the diversity of their male counterparts and they all were beautiful. Jessie felt out of place.
Breakfast was buffet style and she spotted James patrolling the buffet table making certain every dish was full and the guests had whatever they wished. If it wasn’t on the table, he would have the chef make it for them.
“Hello, Miss. I’m so happy to see you again,” James said with a comforting smile. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, thank you, James. I feel so much better seeing you here. Is the Jamaican here too?”
“No, I’m afraid not but our chef is here so you will have more wonderful meals.”
“Great, but the Jamaican serves what I need.” James just smiled a knowing smile. Jessie helped herself to yogurt and fruit and asked James for scrambled eggs. She was starved.
“I’ll serve you at the table, Miss,” he explained.
“By the way, James, I haven’t seen Tyton. Is he here?”
“No Miss. The Count is still in Paris at a business meeting. He will join you for dinner.”
Jessie sat next to an exotic looking woman whom she learned was from Wichita in the U.S. The woman was just a little older than Jessie and was more extroverted than her. Jessie was glad to meet someone who was so welcoming.
They chatted over breakfast and Jessie found out that most of the group gathered at the pool around noon . The American said it was a wonderful place to chill and relax.
“By the way, my name is Margo. I hope we will see you at the pool.”
Jessie introduced herself and said she was looking forward to seeing her again. “Jessie, this is a close knit family of invited guests so we will be seeing a lot of each other.”
“Sounds good, Margo.
At that point the butler arrived standing straight and stiff announcing, “Ladies and gentlemen, dinner tonight is formal and will be served promptly at seven. Please arrive early. Cocktails will be served starting at six. Thank you.” He disappeared as quickly and quietly as he had appeared.
The afternoon was spent at the pool just as Margo had said. People mingled and casually introduced themselves. There was no tension in the group and everyone was congenial. The men wore the brief European swimwear that revealed their substantial package concealed inside.
The women were more creative. Some wore tiny string bikinis like Jessie and some were topless with a small patch covering their pussy. Margo, fitting her personality was nude. It could have been her buxom tits that wouldn’t fit into a bikini, but more likely it was her full bush that could not be concealed by a minuscule bottom. She was not shaved like the other women. Jessie wondered if men were turned on by a hairy cunt. She made a note to herself to check with Margo about that.
Jessie met men from Japan, Switzerland, India, Australia, and the black man was an American football player. The women were also a cosmopolitan group but none from Ireland like herself.
Around four thirty the group began to thin out and it became clear people were going back to their rooms to rest and dress for dinner. Jessie followed their lead. She sunk down onto her bed and took a short nap before showering and dressing.
There were so many exotic wonderful dresses in the closet that it took time for her to try on several in order to find he perfect attire. Finally she decided on a black gown showing ample cleavage. It was similar to the gown Bonnie had picked out for her in Dublin and it was easy to remove. Jessie chose a double strand of pearls and pearl earrings for jewelry. Again she wore the stiletto heels and slipped on a simple unobtrusive gold bracelet. This time she managed her hair more carefully. Jessie congratulated herself on the final product. She looked tastefully seductive and sophisticated.
The group had gathered in the lounge area where she chose a very expensive French Chardonnay. The conversation was cordial. Several men complimented her on her looks and all of them said they were looking forward to getting to know her better. She was a little confused by those remarks because Jessie had assumed everyone had already paired up. Later, she learned that was not the case.
James helped the women in their seats at the dinner table that was set like a scene from Downton Abbey. There were little elegant silver name cards indicating where each person was to sit. Tyton was to sit at the head of the table and Jessie sat to his immediate right. But there was no Tyton. When everyone was seated, Count Tyton suddenly appeared wearing a black tux with a fleur-de-lis medal hanging on a gold braided chain from his neck. Everyone stood up.
“Hello everyone,” he said. “It is so wonderful to see you beautiful people here. Please be seated.”
The Count was tall and handsome, brown hair. His brow was creased and furrowed. He wore a small but distinctive mustache. From a glance at his face you could tell that he was an aristocrat but there was no arrogance to the set of his eyes and the lines of his mouth. He was far more handsome than his picture.
He continued to stand and said, “Our mission this week is the pursuit of pleasure. As many of you already know, each lady’s partner tonight is seated to their left. He will be your partner until dinner tomorrow when the seating chart will be rearranged. Traditionally, I will be with our newest guest so let me introduce you to Jessie. Jessie is from Ireland but you probably already have met her. We will be busy in the Romarin room tonight so if you need something, please contact James.”
Jessie just smiled as did the others and she finally realized what was happening. She and the other women would be exchange partners to pleasure the men during the week.
Finally the Count said, “Enjoy your meal and your evening together.”
The dinner guests nodded and thanked him.
The dinner was a five course meal and as expected, a gourmet’s delight. It was served with Champagne. The appetizer was shrimp cocktail, the main course was beef tenderloin stuffed with crab along with a delectable sauce, fresh vegetables and a dessert to die for. Dinner was a performance as much as it was food.
It wasn’t over until nine and for a time couples mingled and sipped Champagne but slowly people began disappearing. Tyton explained to her, as the host, he needed to stay until everyone had left. Finally Tyton took Jessie upstairs to the Romarin room. Inside he said, “Jessie, I understand you had a fine trip aboard The Glory. Tell me about that Jamaican chap. “
Jessie took a deep breath as she watched him remove his suit and tie.
“I was alone and I guess he turned me on so James was kind enough to have the Jamaican stop by my cabin.”
“But he did more than stop by your cabin, right?”
Jessie felt he was interrogating her. She asked, “Sir, is he in trouble?”
“Not at all. In fact I had James give him a bonus for his specialized services.”
“I’m glad,” she replied.
By this time Tyton was down to his briefs and socks. He continued his interrogation. “What did you like best about him my beautiful whore?”
She hated that word but let it pass. “He was a wonderful lover, sir.”
“How so?” he asked while undressing her.
She told him how it all began and he continued to ask for more details all the way until the Jamaican came deep inside her. She was embarrassed to say how she had multiple orgasms and that his cum stayed inside her until she had taken a shower.
“Did you taste his cum?”
“Yes, of course,” she stammered.
“How did it taste?”
“A bit like rum, sir.”
Apparently Tyton got himself off by hearing about her having sex. The bulge in his shorts made it clear he was ready to fuck her. He said, “Slip off my briefs like you did the Jamaican’s swimsuit.”
Jessie sank to her knees wearing only her heels and small thong. He stepped out of his shorts with a hard and stiff cock waiting for Jessie’s mouth. His erection was curved like a banana and about as long. He didn’t have the length and girth of the Jamaican but she was sure the curve would scratch her itch nicely.
A few minutes with him in her throat turned Tyton into an animal. He picked her up and threw her on the bed ripping off her thong. Instantly he was plowing into her pussy eagerly thrusting as if she was last female on earth. Unlike the Jamaican, Tyton had no staying power. He groaned when he came into her cunt after only a dozen strokes.
He just laid next to her exhausted. In only a few minutes, Tyton was asleep and he didn’t wake until the next morning. He was gone when she awoke and Jessie didn’t see him all that day. She was quite sure he was disappointed with her.
Breakfast was like the day before except now Jessie had met everyone and knew a little about each of them. The women had heard of Tyton and the chateau and generally volunteered to be part of the harem Tyton so carefully had assembled. It’s hard not to want to be among the rich and famous. Only she and Margo were professional escorts.
The pool was populated with the usual suspects. Jessie decided to go topless this day and get an overall tan. Only a bit-sized patch covered her most coveted body part. As the afternoon progressed, the Asian and his partner had left for their room. The others were mesmerized watching Margo attend to the American football player. Margo was fully engaged with his impressively hard ebony cock. Margo kept milking him until he released a full spasm of cum onto her face. Jessie knew that at some point before the end of the week, he would be inside her. She was more than eager to have that night arrive.
Everyone clapped as Margo swiped her forehead and licked her fingers. Soon afterward, several more couples left for their room to replicate a version of Margo and the handsome athlete. Jessie was left alone, wet and horny. Without a partner, the rest of the day dragged on until cocktail hour when she felt anxious, but excited anticipating who would be seated to her left.
Tyton worked the crowd at the cocktail party. He made sure to have polite conversations with all of his guests and spent time with Jessie. He was very kind about the time they spent together.
He said, “Jessie, I love your body. Thank you for a restful evening. I really needed to unwind after yesterday with that damn egocentric president.”
“What president is that, sir?” she asked. It just slipped out before she thought.
“That hopelessly naive American. He just doesn’t get it.”
She all of a sudden realized she was out of place by asking. Jessie thought he meant the president of another company, not the President of the United States. With all of the stress and pressure he was under, Tyton told her that last night was just what the doctor ordered and thanked her again.
Of course, Jessie was now more relaxed allowing her to totally enjoy the evening. “Wow,” she thought. “He even knows the President!”
Dinner attire was less formal, yet still elegant. There were no tuxes and no ‘prom’ dresses. The guests were dressy, but not extravagantly so. The main dish was a delicious lobster flambé . The chef’s presentation was spectacular when the cognac was ignited and poured over the lobsters.
To her left sat, Hans, a man from Düsseldorf. At this point, Jessie knew that all of the men were Tyton’s business associates, either as partners, customers, and even competitors. Hans was a customer who didn’t say much at dinner. If he addressed anyone, it was another man at the table to talk business.
After a spectacular strawberry torte for dessert, Hans abruptly left the table and practically dragged Jessie to his room. It was then she realized the accommodations were based on where the men were staying and the women found themselves rotating rooms.
The Iris room was like the Romarin and included everything a woman might need. On the other hand, men brought their own luggage.
Hans made it clear what he wanted. He demanded that she change into something sheer and sexy meaning a garter belt with fishnet stockings leaving her breasts and pussy uncovered. A totally transparent ivory mesh and lace robe was worn over it. Jessie wondered if he had the other girls wear the same outfit. Later she asked around and apparently that is what the other girls wore when they were in the Iris room.
Without removing his jacket or tie, Hans unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and balls. It was his way of inviting Jessie to give him a blowjob. She immediately complied.
On her knees, she got a good look at Hans’ uncut penis that was an adequate size, that is to say, there was nothing unusual or spectacular about it, just ordinary.
Jessie was able to get him to full length after a few minutes with him in her mouth and decided to loosen his belt. Down came his pants but his tie and jacket remained.
He pulled her over to the bed and pushed her down hard so that she was flat on her back, yet her legs dangled over the edge. He was getting rough with her and she liked it.
Hans spread her legs and penetrated her love box with powerful strokes. He had no intention of pleasuring her with his mouth, only to pleasure himself. He was selfish that way. Hans kept at it, pounding into her until he let loose with his first load before she had any chance to feel the tingling and rush of her own orgasm.
They waited for Hans to recover for the second round. There was nothing unusual about how he fucked her. It was pedestrian sex in the usual positions. She had one or two mini orgasms and he came only once more before they slept.
The following morning, Hans ordered room service and didn’t bother to ask Jessie what she wanted for breakfast. After breakfast, he wanted more of Jessie. The sex was more of the same from the night before only Hans was now naked. She was still dressed like the previous evening, only without the robe. As was his nature, Hans did not take the time to pleasure Jessie before he rammed his rock hard cock into her. The only difference this time was that Hans became vocal, very vocal. He kept calling out words in German that she was unable to translate except for one word. Hans kept yelling out, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” with each stroke until he came in her for the last time.
This was the first experience that Jessie could remember that made her feel like a whore. It was the first time a man had used her without regard for her own pleasure and welfare. This made her sad hoping the rest of the week would not be the same.
Poolside, bikinis were thrown on deck chairs and everyone was nude. There was occasional excitement when a couple would start fucking in the pool and the other guests gathered around to enjoy the show.
Hans did not take her in the pool. In fact he never went in the pool and paid little attention to her. A good deal of his time was spent giving the other lads a sales pitch. He was intent on making this week profitable.
Dinner attire was unique. The women were instructed to wear transparent blouses with no bra. They were to wear designer skirts and heals. Panties were optional. Men were to wear slacks and golf shirts because the next day Tyton was taking them to the golf course. The women would stay at the chateau. The menu was another gourmet meal. The chef had prepared sushi that delighted the guests like on the previous dinners.
Jessie sat next to a man from Japan so that would be her partner until he left for the next morning golf.
He was polite and took the time to ask about her. He was married and had two children, ages five an eight. He called himself “Ralph” but that was a concession to his western colleagues. She didn’t ask his Japanese name but assumed it was difficult to pronounce.
After dinner, Jessie was introduced to sake and she decided it was an acquired taste. On the other hand, Ralph downed it like water. He took her to the Rose room showing no signs of being intoxicated. Immediately she could see the activities he had planned. The room was filled with photographic equipment. All of it used the latest technology. Photography was Ralph’s passion; his hobby; his addiction.
Jessie posed for him wearing every erotic garment in the closet. He had her masturbate for his video collection. She demonstrated vibrators and dildos. He photographed her giving him a blowjob and then in every sexual position. By using the remote control, he was able to focus and aim the cameras to capture every intimate moment.
Ralph’s cock was among the smallest she had seen but Ralph was using it incredibly well so that Jessie had two nice orgasms with him. He particularly liked photographing his cum ooze out of her pussy and took a long series of cum photos.
After the photo session, there was no more sex between them. He said he needed to get up early for golf and fell asleep while she lay in bed wishing for a better ending. Jessie took care of that problem by pleasuring herself on the balcony until midnight .
The men had already left for the links by the time she went down for breakfast. Only one girl was at the breakfast table, an eighteen year old girl from Sweden . She called herself, Fiffi.
Fiffi had met Tyton at a family party the year before and Tyton told her that when she turned eighteen, he would love for her to visit his chateau in France . He kept his word but she had expected to be alone with Tyton.
Fiffi’s mother took her aside before she left for France and said, “Dear, the French have different customs especially when it comes to sex. A man with a mistress is almost considered normal there so sex might be involved when you are at the chateau. It is entirely up to you whether or not you want to stay on the pill. Your father and I are in agreement that we are fine with you having Tyton’s baby.”
That only added to her anticipation because now it was unanimous. She was thinking the exact same thing. Her object was to get pregnant and have Tyton’s baby, but now that she was fucking different men, she couldn’t be certain who would be the father.
“Funny,” Jessie said. “I’m also off the pill and was sure I had timed it just right until this hot Jamaican came along. I couldn’t resist him,” and she told Fiffi the whole story.
Fiffi was a delightful girl with lots of enthusiasm but understandably naive. Everything was perfect in her mind. Every man was fantastic. She cheerfully gave every detail of each of the men she had fucked. She was over the moon about her night with LeSean.
She adored black men and loved the way he “ate her out,” as she put it. Fiffi said she was just getting wet talking about him.
Their conversation reminded Jessie of herself when she was eighteen. It was easy for Jessie to understand Fiffi’s excitement about LeSean because she had lusted for him since she spotted him the first day at the chateau.
Jessie thought of asking Fiffi to join her upstairs for some lady sex, but she couldn’t be certain that Fiffi wanted women as much as she was enjoying men.
With the men away at the golf course, the day dragged on. Several women went upstairs together and Jessie knew what they were doing. Earlier she had conversations with several women who mentioned, in passing, that they were bi and invited Jessie to join them in their room. Jessie was non committal, but she sure would like to fuck that sweet eighteen year old pussy of Fiffi’s.
Around five in the afternoon, the guys started to trickle in and it was time to dress for the cocktail hour. Dinner was the usual gourmet feast and as luck would have it, her partner for the night was LeSean. Wow, what great luck!
He was quite a conversationalist and wasn’t afraid to talk about himself, his golf game, how he had won that day, about his career, and about his two mistresses. He even mentioned he had a wife.
Sex with LeSean in the Lilac room was exactly as Fiffi had described right down to the frequent orgasms he gave her. When he sucked and circled her clit, he would say, “I love the taste of pussy. Your fuckin’ cunt is so tasty,” and that made her wetness flood his tongue and lips.
There was no surprise about his size but the excitement came from his total lack of inhibitions. He had no second gear. Everything was full speed ahead. Best of all, LeSean displayed an inordinate amount of joy each time he climaxed. It made her happy just being able to give him that ecstasy. He was such a loveable bear and Jessie couldn’t help loving very minute spending the night with him. Jessie just couldn’t imagine a better lover, well, other than the Jamaican.
Two more nights and two more men to service. One was from Italy, the other was the man from India. They had their own special kinky fantasies. The Indian liked bondage and the Italian enjoyed role playing. The bondage was generally light but the spreader bar on her ankles and the gag ball were uncomfortable.
She role played for the Italian as a cute young schoolgirl that lusted for him as her teacher. They got along fine late into the night.
The final day of Tyton’s orgy in the chateau was the most unexpected and unanticipated event of the week. They were to play a game before cocktail hour. It was called “Musical Chairs,” but this unique version was very different from the game she remembered as a child.
The butler was called upon to explain the rules. Each man was to be seated naked in a circle. Inside the circle were the women whose job was to chose a partner and sit on his lap until the music started. With the music, she was to ride his cock until the music stopped. If a man came before the music stopped, the couple would be eliminated. The last man standing or that is, sitting, gets the use of The Glory for a month.
Margo rudely asked, “What’s in it for us girls?”
The butler patiently explained that when each woman leaves the circle, she will receive jewelry as her prize for making her man cum. He added that the man each girl is with when they leave the circle is her partner for the evening. “Since this is our last night together,” he said, “you are welcome to exchange partners as you wish.”
The music began and Jessie was on Hans. The music lasted only a minute and none of the men ejaculated. The women were told to move to the next man in the circle and the music played again but for at least two minutes longer. The women rode their man cowgirl frontal and reverse hoping that he would climax in her. This time two men exploded and were eliminated. The women were given beautiful gold earrings as their prize.
Tyton and a woman from Israel were not in the group. She had complained of headaches and was unavailable. This left four couples to continue the game and Jessie moved onto the next man. It was LeSean.
Two more couples were eliminated in the next round and the women given gold bracelets but not Jessie. Only LeSean and Ronald from Edinburgh were left. Jessie was on Ronald and Fiffi was on LeSean. As the music played on for what seemed forever, the audience cheered each couple imploring their favorite man to hold back. Fiffi was determined and jumped on LeSean’s cock like a flea on a hot griddle and her fervor got the best of him. He could no longer last the onslaught and surrendered.
Fiffi was awarded the golden necklace, the grand prize. She squealed with excitement as Tyton placed it around her neck. Jessie was left with no prize and an empty vagina. Yet as it turned out, she had won a prize that turned out to be far better than gold.
Dinner was in the garden that last evening, a beautiful rose garden and Ronald made no secret that he wanted Jessie. He gave her his undivided attention at dinner, then took her on a walk in the garden.
Ronald told her how he had dreamt all week of them together. He was so easy to be with and intolerably handsome. He listened as Jessie talked about her past and he was always happy to respond to any of her questions about him. He was brutally honest. Ronald said he was not married and had never been married and never wanted to be married until he saw Jessie.
There was something about him that allowed her to trust him with even her most confidential secrets. It was then that Jessie told him the truth. She said, “Ronald, my real name isn’t Jessie. I’m Kate O’Brien from Kilkenny.”
“Lovely to meet you Kate O’Brien,” he said. And they walked among the roses under the light of a half moon.
Sex with Ronald in the Lilac room was different from all the rest. It was not lust alone, yet there was plenty of that too. She could feel his passion for her, loving passion. He gently stroked her face, then took her head in his hands to kiss her with an unequaled desire. She returned his fire with the same intense passion.
She loved the smell of his hair and the warmth of his arms around her. His kisses were deep and strong, so much so that they almost hurt, but it was a good hurt. The feeling of their bodies entwined sent her to a place she had never been. He called her “Princess” and “My pet.” She called him “Darling” and “my prince.”
Before leaving the room for breakfast the next morning, Kate wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a smoldering kiss saying, “Ronald, I love you more than I can say.”
They were inseparable at breakfast. It was the first time Kate had fallen in love like this. Not puppy love or transient love, but the real thing, true love.
The morning was getaway day and Ronald had to pack. Kate found the clothes she wore on the train on the way to the yacht. Some of the men and women had left before breakfast to catch a plane in Paris . Kate and Ron stayed together after she received her gift package, the same gift package all of the girls received. She didn’t count the money, but knew it would be more than fair. Kate didn’t even care that money was involved. She was now so insanely in love.
Kate was given a plane ticket from Paris to Dublin for the next day. At least that gave her time to see Paris. Ronald enthusiastically agreed to show her Paris. It was the most wonderful way to see the City of Light.
They exchanged email addresses and promised to keep in touch. Ronald was a great email buddy for the first two weeks. He wrote every day. She wrote him twice a day. Of course, they wanted to see each other, but it was out of the question until the spring of the next year. Ronald had a business trip to China as a consultant that would last six months or more. He asked her to go with him, but when she found out she was pregnant, she reluctantly said, “No,” and added, “I love you so much, Ronald, but I just can’t tell you why.”
Kate told Rob that she was pregnant and would have to take a sabbatical from the escort business. “Whose the father?” Rob asked.
“I really don’t know but I hope it is the Jamaican I met on the yacht or maybe Ronald.”
“Well, Kate, this might surprise you but lots of men like to fuck a pregnant whore. You can keep on whoring right up to your due date.”
“Oh I couldn’t,” she said, but she did.
The men absolutely went wild over her changing body. They loved her swelling belly and fuller breasts. Men especially enjoyed sucking on her dark areoles and prominent nipples hoping to taste her milk. During this time, Kate, had many partners and her bank account was expanding as fast as her belly.
The delivery was easier than she had expected, only two hours in labor. It was a boy, a beautiful handsome lightly tanned boy. It had to be from the Jamaican on the boat when she was the most fertile. Kate was overwhelmed with joy.
One day when the boy was a month old, Ronald said he was coming to Ireland and would be in Kilkenny to see her. She was beside herself with grief. How could she tell him? She didn’t need to worry; he already knew. Tyton had found out from Rob and all of the men at the chateau had been alerted.
This would ordinarily be an unlikely ending, but love does conquer all. Kate and Ronald were married in the Edinburgh Castle and celebrated their honeymoon on The Glory. Later, they had son and a daughter together and the five of them, as they say, lived happily ever after.
