Chapter Seven
Just Desserts
Now the reader should not be left with the impression that simply because randy old Max had not personally boffed the proud young bride who fell into his nefarious clutches, nor forced the wife of his nephew to accept his very own heavy-hanging manhood into her pretty little mouth, that Philippa’s new family were without s****l interest in her. For while it is true that Lord Max himself never employed his masculine equipment in what might be considered the conventional manner, his dear wife, the Lady Maude, secretly lusted after Philippa’s pleasingly pneumatic body. Unlike her impetuous husband, the Lady was a model of decorum, infinitely patient, quite prepared to bide her time and watch at her husband’s side till the time was ripe; then she would make her m
