Deirdre... My dear aunt had a motive if I accepted that my being discovered cut into her inheritance and – may be more importantly – her father’... attention. If I indulged my suspicious nature, I could imagine Deirdre deciding to bed me was her way of replacing some of the attention she was accustomed to getting from her father. If I went really out on a limb, I could imagine that she might have wanted to be the woman that warmed her father’s bed, as she had with her brother, my father Nolan.. "Sir James looked scornfully at Sir Laurence,"Pull the other one." Oh, we've got a brilliant junior we need to hide for a few years, the project is worth while and within the capabilities of his team." McCock? Don't look so surprised, of course I heard about, even read that critique - both sides have merit although I do tend to favour McCock. It's a wonder the confounded thing hasn't appeared in the Journal."Sir James waved his friend out, "See to it."..."Baroness Shadowdale, thank you for. Let me explain. There was this one guy I would talk to every day. After a while he felt comfortable enough and give me suggestions of what to do to relieve my horny desires. Then the suggestions turned into requests. Which turned into, "what I want you to do". Then he wanted me to call him Master. Which I did. That's when things got crazy. He would give me tasks to perform. It started simple. He wanted me to walk around with a butt plug in my ass. Then it was a vibrating bullet in my pussy.. I turned her head towards me and smiled, gazing into her cold eyes, stroking her cheek. I pointed to my forehead, then to hers, indicating I was about to do something. The fear hit me like a wall of water that washed my smile away when I formed the empathic connection. I forced my feelings of tenderness and hope to rise above her flood of fear, finding it very difficult to even keep the connection. Once I had stabilized myself against her rushing emotions, I forced a smile and looked deeply.