Guinevera had regard this moment as unconditional. Since she considered the Marshal like a loving husband, there would be not strings to pull that would turn her desire off. Her body was hit with a orgasm she had never felt before in her life as the Madame. No man could have done that to her. Even though the feeling was rough and a bit painful, she still enjoyed it because she regarded the Marshal to be a temporary husband figure and chose to receive whatever pleasure he gave to her. Even if he had raped her, which would be a far-fetched idea, Guinevera would have still received it with love and attention.<br/><br/>It was only until the Marshal unleashed his hot load in her loins that the moment became conditional. Guinevera had a brief emotional moment towards something that actually annoyed her. She expected the Marshal to be true to his word and actions of not returning love back to her. The implanting of his seed into her womb was clearly and gesture that could be misunderstood by most men, not excluding the Marshal. Guinevera wasn't stupid and she did listen to the doctor who came by and check the girls ... thoroughly every one to two months. She knew that whenever the link between two bodies was establish, whether they love each other or not, and a climax or two released had a probability that conception would happen. She was going to uphold her end of the bargain (which she had agreed upon making love to Uther). Though she may love the Marshal more than a appointed customer, she would try to not bring the subject to him again. She expected the Marshal to avoid such actions that would make one think that a person was going to be with the other ... forever.<br/><br/>As she felt the warm fluids enter her, she expelled from her mouth another loud scream followed by a long deep moan, but her body went limp, but not from the pleasure. The Marshal let go of her, as if to free her from his clutches, but Guinevera knew that was wrong. Still her body relaxed as she shed a tear or two. With the Marshal still inside her, she laid on her side on the bed, her back to the Marshal. She bit her lip in nervousness, immediately assuming she was going to carry the man's baby. She knew she had to refuse to tell him if her assumptions were true. Her unconditional love became conditional. The Marshal's comment caused her to quietly tear, beads of salty liquid pouring from her right and cascading off the bridge of her nose. The man's hand had begun to fondle and molest her once more, but Guinevera just lay there, relaxed and giving allowance for the hands to further violate her. The cock within her never left her folds, but she didn't care.