Looking over her shoulder she chuckled, “Keep up dearie, my guests need to know how willing and supple you are!”She led me to an area encircled wi...h hay bales, where a number of couples sat, enjoying the afternoon. The area was well lit from a cupola, the glass, letting in the warm sunshine. Doors on either end of the room were open allowing the warm country breeze to slip through the room. Located in the middle of the hay bales was a slightly raised platform, which included a sturdy table and. It was just his daughter. He’d check back with her later. The five-foot-nine, 185-pound, stocky, rugged man with frosty brown hair and blue eyes hopped out of the vehicle when he saw the new tenant pull up in a silver 2017 Chevy Cruze.“Windsor,” the mature White man smiled.“Hey, Mr. Roark,” lisped the young man with dark-yellow complexion and warm, coral undertone.“Danny. Please.”“My bad, Danny! Sorry, I’m late. My last client ran a little long.”“It’s no problem,” winked the man. “Let’s go on. No piece was larger than an index card. Every picture and painting on the walls had been smashed. The frames were reduced to warped shapes of metal that looked as though they'd been exposed to tremendous heat. The pictures and photos in the frames, as well as every other paper item, had been shredded into confetti that wasn't any bigger than a postage stamp, and occupied a large pile in the center of the carpet. The computer and all its hardware and peripherals had been systematically. I will obey,” Matilda said as she felt the harsh cane rubbing her silky flesh, stimulating the nipple in spite of the pain.“Your sister is very good at obeying, aren’t you Sara? Why don’t you show lovely Matilda what the cock of an aristocrat looks like?” This would be fun, pitting one sister against the other, both of them vying for his sexual favor.It was bad enough that Matilda was half-naked in front of Lord Chambers, but now Sara was going to show her his organ. She watched as her sister.