#10342 - Shall I not sink down then? she asked as she dutifully removed her nightdress. We rolled steadily through Stonehouse and with much huffing and puffing our locomotive engine began the toil of the climb over the Dart Moor, “I owe you a debt of gratitude Mr Rigsby, you have transformed my wife from an invalid into the very personification of a whore, Rigsby, and do you know I may yet have a position to offer you ,” I mentioned. You think it is Rigsby holding you, I asked, Why? You are caressing me like Rigsby caresses me, your breath rasps in my ear like Rigsby's breath, she explained, You excite me like Rigsby excites me, she whispered and as I pressed my manhood against herm she added,And I excite you? You little whore, do you care not who pleasures you? I asked incredulously.