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When Isabelle's husband is caught and the king demands his head, she approached Lord Byron with a solution: Instead of hurting him, why not humiliate him? Isabelle makes her husband Castor watch in the gallows while she takes on anyone and everyone willing to use her!
Excerpt:
“Why would you subject yourself to such treatment?”
“I’ve had many affairs, my Lord, and have no love for my abusive husband. Being used in front of the crowd is a high price but one I’m willing to pay if it means I will be able to inherit his father’s fortune. Soon after he receives it I will find my own way to dispose of him, but until then I will do what is necessary.”
A surge of adrenaline ran through Isabelle as she saw Lord Branson considering it, his eyes roaming hungrily up and down her body. She could feel a tinge of wetness in her panties, and as she leaned forward and stared into Lord Branson’s eyes longingly he realized that she wasn’t just doing this for the money.
Lord Branson took another sip of scotch before replying.
“I will have to discuss this further with the royal family, to see if it is a fitting punishment. It’s an unusual one, there’s no doubt about that. Go back home, and tomorrow when your husband is brought out of the dungeon you will find out what has been decided. Now leave.”
She nodded her head gracefully and walked out, with Lord Branson’s eyes fixated on her swaying ass until she shut the door behind her.
Excerpt:
“Why would you subject yourself to such treatment?”
“I’ve had many affairs, my Lord, and have no love for my abusive husband. Being used in front of the crowd is a high price but one I’m willing to pay if it means I will be able to inherit his father’s fortune. Soon after he receives it I will find my own way to dispose of him, but until then I will do what is necessary.”
A surge of adrenaline ran through Isabelle as she saw Lord Branson considering it, his eyes roaming hungrily up and down her body. She could feel a tinge of wetness in her panties, and as she leaned forward and stared into Lord Branson’s eyes longingly he realized that she wasn’t just doing this for the money.
Lord Branson took another sip of scotch before replying.
“I will have to discuss this further with the royal family, to see if it is a fitting punishment. It’s an unusual one, there’s no doubt about that. Go back home, and tomorrow when your husband is brought out of the dungeon you will find out what has been decided. Now leave.”
She nodded her head gracefully and walked out, with Lord Branson’s eyes fixated on her swaying ass until she shut the door behind her.