It had not taken long before Cassie made it clear that she was interested in something more intimate than dinner. Garrett had politely declined, expla...ning that he had no wish to cause a problem in the Jensen marriage.Cassie had disabused him of that notion. "You wouldn't be causing a problem," she'd said, "you'd be solving one. I love Rick to pieces, but he's just not getting it done in the bedroom. We need someone to help out. Besides, I've always been curious about black men." I'm not about. "Shelly, you look stunning," Sir Stewart says as he strokes my arm and kisses my cheek.Sir and Sir Thompson follow his lead. We sip our champagne as they continue.Sir then holds me with one arm, takes a sip from his glass and kisses me. We share the champagne in his mouth while he squeezes my arse. Sir Thompson is behind me, kissing my neck as his hands rub my arse through the dress. Sir Stewart joins Sir and both men each fondle a breast. Now Sir Stewart kisses me, sharing the champagne in his. I then went upstairs to our bedroom. Right away I noticed that the bed was not actually made up like Abby did every morning, but that the covers had been just pulled up into place. I got a funny sick feeling as I pulled the covers back down, and noticed obvious signs that someone had had sex in our bed.I had fallen down one time, while playing golf, and the only thing that I really remember from that fall was how events seem to be moving in slow motion, and that my vision was like tunnel. ..”As soon as the reverend started into the burial service, Anthony Carter, 4th Baron Lambert, followed his own train of thought. He had sat through too many burials of late. His uncle Antonio had succumbed to pneumonia two years ago. A half year later, Esra and Ruth Turner, his wife’s parents, had died within two weeks of each other. Aunt Marie’s husband, Sir Earl Parker, had badly broken his leg last autumn, and he died just before Christmas.Now it was the Carters’ turn. Sir Richard Carter,.