The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

The autumn night came very early, and when Grace set off with Alan Stone, the sky had already turned orange, and the slanting golden light of the setting sun shone on the fallen leaves of various colors, reflecting brighter light, as bright as gold.

Grace loved the golden color the most, and he liked everything gold-plated or pure gold.He is not good at estimating the price of items. He doesn't understand anything about craftsmanship or fashion. Only gold is the most direct way to tell him frankly: this thing is valuable.

But right now he was not in the mood to admire the golden leaves.

Same as when he came here, he sat sideways on the horse, under the hem of his skirt was his butt that was slapped red, and in the middle of his butt was a sticky and swollen butthole, it was extremely uncomfortable to sit on.But he didn't dare to adjust his posture, and he always kept a stiff sitting posture while riding on the horse. He was even more trembling than when he came here, because his nerves were too tense, which made the place where his head was knocked before throbbing with pain.

He suspected that Alan Ston did it on purpose. He clearly saw it... He didn't know when Alan Ston left. At that time, he was continuously orgasmed by the Earl of Arundel. I washed away what little shame I had, leaving only the strength to scream.

Fortunately, he still had a sense of consciousness, and kept covering the hem of his skirt tightly.He was put into various positions under the earl, and when he was turned over and entered from behind, he knelt on the ground with his buttocks sticking out, and he still covered his skirt with one hand.There was only one sore arm that could not support the body, and after being bumped violently for a few times, it fell to the ground completely, only the buttocks were still raised high, eating the earl's thing.

The count grabbed his neck and made him look up, "He's gone."

Grace yelled "Ah, ah", her eyes half-opened in a daze, and she saw that there was no one behind the bushes in the shaking and wet field of vision.

Grace stared resentfully and shamefully at the upright figure on the horse in front of her, remembering the glance he gave herself when he declined Mrs. O'Dole's invitation to dinner and stay overnight.It was an extremely complicated look, and Grace could only distinguish contempt, disgust, and anger in it, and there might be other things, but it didn't matter anymore.

Grace just needs to make sure that from today onwards, Alan Stone will find himself even more unpleasant, and he will use more tricks to torture himself.

Thinking about it this way, Grace was completely convinced that Alan Stone insisted not to stay at Odor's house just to embarrass herself.He didn't give himself time to cleanse, he didn't give himself time to rest, he deliberately used this long journey to torture his fucked ass.

so bad!

Grace secretly sulked for a while, and after silently reciting countless vicious words learned from other maids to Alan Stone's straight back, she finally calmed down.

"What do you plan to tell Mrs. Stone when you go back?"

Alan Stone didn't turn his head, didn't make a sound, and didn't even move, as if he didn't hear him.

Grace was used to his arrogance, he just had to make sure he was heard.

"I don't think the Earl of Arundel has taken a fancy to your Miss Helena, he told me—"

The Earl of Arundel was considerate of him coming to someone else's house and didn't make him too embarrassed. Finally, he shot semen on his thigh and took out a handkerchief to help Grace clean it.

In return for his thoughtfulness, Grace leaned down, took the earl's sticky penis into her mouth, licked it with her tongue, looked up at the earl while licking, and asked: "Miss Helena will ask you to do this kind of thing too ?"

The Count laughed loudly. He was always in a great mood immediately after ejaculating, and he liked to talk a lot.He caressed Grace's cheek, palmed his chin to let him suck in most of the re-erected penis, manipulated his head with his hands, and taught him how to move, "Miss Odor, or Odor Mrs. Dole, these women are all the same in my eyes, or the chin is always pointed forward, or the chin is always pressed against your neck, and it is not as interesting as a vulgar woman like Mrs. Stone."

Thinking of this, Grace blushed slightly, "——he said, Miss Helena is nothing special compared to those noble ladies in the capital. But in fact, there is still something special, right? Our Miss Helena is a rich Otherwise, he would not have stayed at Odor's house for so many days, and would not have set off with us tonight... I think the Earl must think that Mr. Odor is too young and strong, and Miss Helena does not know when To get my own property that will belong to me... Perhaps the Earl thinks that marrying a young lady from the Odor family is not as beneficial as having some kind of cooperation with the head of the Odor family..."

After he finished speaking, he felt that talking about Miss Helena in front of Alan Stone might make him angry again, so he stopped talking.

He lightly tapped the horse's belly with his heels, and took a few steps forward, parallel to Alan Ston. He quickly glanced at Alan Ston, and saw that his face was expressionless, but he was lifeless and slightly relaxed. He breathed a sigh of relief, only to think of his peeping before, and suddenly felt extremely embarrassed.

But the next second, he felt that he had seen everything anyway, and he didn't seem to need to hide anything, so he simply became more frank, "The earl saw through Mrs. Ston's intentions, and satirized me by saying that he was Nero... I think he You have seen through us, but you are still willing to go to the lake with me, in fact, you deliberately let Miss Helena see..."

Speaking of this, Grace's head suddenly became clear, and she said excitedly: "Miss Helena must really want to marry the Earl of Arundel. Mr. and Mrs. Odor only have such an only child, and they also hope that she Being able to marry a nobleman... so it makes sense, Earl Arundel doesn't look down on Miss Helena's dowry, and wants to cooperate with Mr. Odor, so it's hard to refuse, so Miss Helena has to retreat."

Grace became more and more enthusiastic as she spoke, and all the previous scattered thoughts were all strung together, "No wonder he said he doesn't hate people playing tricks in front of him, if he is smart enough, he even likes it...Of course he likes it, I obviously helped him busy-"

Grace was suddenly grabbed by Alan Ston's arm and pulled aside. The previous accident seemed to be happening again, and the weightlessness of the fall made Grace scream.

Alan Stone covered his mouth violently, muffled his screams, and lifted his skirt with the other hand.

Grace was going crazy with fright, I don't know why it happened all of a sudden!The last moment he was still talking immediately, but now he was pressed to the ground by Alan Stone... He thought of Jerry the salesman.

Grace tightly covered her skirt with both hands to prevent him from succeeding, kicked her legs desperately, and kicked Alan Stone heavily with her toes.

He resisted so fiercely that Alan Stone stopped suddenly, and the two glared at each other out of breath, as if they were sworn enemies.

Alan Stone suddenly turned to the straps around his neckline again, Grace struggled subconsciously, then stopped again.

He already felt the difference in strength between the two, this is not a chestnut forest, he does not have a knife in his hand; and Alan Stone is not Jerry, even if he had a knife in his hand, he would never stick a knife into Ai Lenston's heart.

Grace closed her eyes, and spread her hands softly by her sides, allowing him to move as if resigned to her fate.

Alan Stone tore at the knot of his strap forcefully. Because he was too irritable and inexperienced, he pulled the knot into a dead button.Because Grace didn't try to scream anymore, he let go of the hand covering his mouth, and tore with both hands, directly tearing off the bandage.

Grace's body swayed slightly under his fingering, and then stopped. The top was torn loose, the placket was opened to the sides, and the shawl that was stuffed inside as underwear was pulled out.The cold wind hit Grace's body, and he felt his skin tremble, and the red and swollen nipples that had been kneaded by the Earl stood up again.

Alan Stone's breathing became heavier, and his hands stroked his chest twice, and there was a downward trend again.

Grace suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him with eyes full of tears, "Master William exiled himself to the front line in order to punish himself, is Master Allen planning to do the same?"

Alan Stone trembled all over, looking at him in horror and emptiness, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.Then, he shivered at Grace's sight.

Alan Stone made a fuzzy noise in his throat, looking at Grace as if he was looking at some kind of devil.

He left Grace, jumped on the horse, slapped the horse twice, and urged the horse to gallop away.

Grace sat up and watched him melt into the strong sunset and disappear in no time.

"Exactly the same as when we came here." He thought calmly.

The straps were torn off, and Grace struggled to put her clothes back on, comb her hair again, and remove the dead grass and fallen leaves that stuck to her skirt.

After doing this, he found that his horse was missing.

Once the setting sun touches the horizon, it just jumps and hides in it, and when the sky says it’s dark, it’s all black.

Grace walked quickly on this wild path, and she had to pass through a small forest in front of her. The first time Grace heard the story about wolves happened in this forest.

He hugged his arms with both hands and rubbed them constantly, trying to warm himself up.Without the sunlight, the autumn night was as cold as winter, but after his shawl was ripped off by Alan Stone, he didn't know where it went... Maybe it was blown away by the wind, just like his Like a horse, never to be found again.

Mrs. Brown and the butler would kill him, and lose a horse!

Grace lowered her head and quickened her pace, listening for wolves howling around, wiping her tears with her hands from time to time.

There was a sound of horseshoes ahead, and it came in a hurry. Grace hurriedly hid to the side of the road and stood in the grass, for fear that the rider would not see him and knock him down.

The horse galloped in front of him, and then came back. Alan Ston sat high on the horse, looking at him in the moonlight.

"What are you hiding from? I almost missed you!" He reprimanded in a low voice.

Grace looked up at him, dumbfounded for a moment.

Alan Stone turned over and whispered something to his horse, and the beast actually bent its front legs psychically and knelt down.

Grace was still in a daze, and Alan Stone said angrily, "Would you like me to carry you up?"

Grace hurriedly sat up sideways.

Alan Stone's horse was much more obedient than his previous horse. He was about to stand up after he sat down firmly, but the owner pressed the top of his head and stroked the mane soothingly, and the horse knelt back again.

Alan Stone stared at Grace's eyes, and the eyes of the two were at the same height.

"Are you crying?" His expression was a little complicated, and Grace saw guilt in his eyes.

"It's too cold." But Grace didn't want to show weakness in front of him.

Alan Stone took off his coat and put it on Grace.

He waited for Grace to wrap herself completely in his coat before letting the horse stand up.Grace swayed on the horse's back, and the experience of falling off the horse twice had scared him to death. He screamed and grabbed the rein.

"He's very uncomfortable if you drag him like this." Alan Stone said in a low voice.

But Grace didn't dare to let go.

"You ride straight, don't sit on your side." Alan Stone turned his head, "He won't move around."

Grace stared at the back of his head for a while, and felt that he really didn't seem to be peeking, then lifted the hem of her skirt and crossed one leg to the other side of the horse.

It turns out that men's saddles are like this... Grace felt a little novel and a little ashamed at the same time - he didn't have pants, so he hurriedly put the hem of the skirt behind his buttocks.

"I've got it..." he said to Alan Stone.

Alan Stone turned around slowly, glanced at him cautiously, and saw that he had indeed tidied up, then took the reins, and led the man towards the direction of Stone Mountain Villa.

——Note: You can refer to the photos of the Queen of England when she was young for the female side riding posture. At that time, she could wear trousers, so she can see it more clearly.