By 'treat' she must mean anunlocking. I cleaned the kitchen and made her lunch. She had on tightslacks and a low cut top, plus sandals with two inch...heels. I couldn'tstop sneaking peeks at her. I know that sounds strange, me feeling Icouldn't just gape at her the way I wanted to, but I was slipping deeperinto the new role she seemed to be steering me toward. After lunch Reginamade me stand in front of her while she gave me a long evaluating look.Finally she decided, "You really don't look. I blushed with embarrassment, but I don’t think he noticed. ‘Now make sure you have a nice grip on the reins,’ he said. The next thing I knew, his foot barely touched the stirrup and he easily swung his leg over behind my back, firmly planting himself behind me in the saddle. ‘You’re…you’re riding with me?’ Oh god, he was practically pressed against my back. ‘Best way to learn. There’s not a problem, is there?’ I could sense the amusement in his voice, which had grown softer because of our. . ? One hour... two... maybe longer... she couldn't be certain of anything except her bleak and bitter misery, but even as she sat there on the thin, stained mattress, her knees drawn up beneath her chin with her arms hugging them in an effort to find some warmth in her own naked body, she couldn't help but pitifully wonder what ever was going to become of her. Dear God, was it possible that such medieval torment could exist and go on undetected and unpunished in this age and time... ? Yes.... We just sat there for a moment with both of us in shock. I pulled my hand off feeling her breast and other breast on the way out. Her body trembled as I did. She reached up and covered her breasts with her hands crossing her arms, but did not move away probably still feeling my hard on against her body. Now her fore arm.I apologized "Oops, sorry about that...I was trying to cover you up." I know and it is not like I have much to get exited about."Realizing what she said, she blushed even more.