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Lorio came to the chambers of the fair Glenella on orders from his mistress, Casia. For two days since he received his instructions, he watched the betrothed of Reynard with great fascination. His heart beat fast, his c**k had been perpetually ready for that plunge. Every time he saw her he thought of his noble mission with both lofty purpose and a heady degree of lust. He imagined she might scream and he’d have to cover her mouth with his hand—gently of course. She was a mild young woman, sadly caught in a bad position. He wished he knew why this was so necessary to tear asunder her virtue, but he trusted his mistress without question and was proud that she gave him so much confidence, trusting him with this sacred duty. He would not fail her. And because he was a gentle lad himself,
