RAPE

rape

INCEST

incest

BEASTIALITY

beastiality

MATURE

mature

RAPE INCEST IN RUSSIAN FAMILY

I could smell her as I walked into the great hall. With the half-dozen or so party guests, I was indeed surprised that her scent reached me. Certainly, Mr. Debert's "cologne" should have procluded anything else, but I smelled her. She had a sweet floral scent, like honey-suckles in early September, but also had that scent which I can only describe as sex. She exuded it, and I knew from the moment I stepped into the great hall, I wanted to taste it.
Now the trick was to discover who she was. There were several luscious specimens of female beauty there that night; myself of course included, but I didn't think it was I who smelled so good. I was introduced to the ones I didn't know, and reacquainted with those I did in due time by my loving Master. Wives and daughters; each of them quite attractive, and each obviously quite anxious about the night, but not one of them smelling remotely like the youthful and jubilant sexual entity I was looking for.
Oh, and there were the men, too. Not as numerous this time. Mr. Debert is fond of high female:male ratios. For this I was glad. Even Madam Corona had been hosting a higher male population at her events, and I was getting sick to death of the testosterone.
I made polite conversation over some terribly sweet wine for what seemed like an eternity.