Back at the Manor house, Sandra told him to forget the past and enjoy his new life. But Charles knew he was a working class village k**, and would alw...ys remain so. No matter what nice clothes Sandra bought him; or showed him off to her rich friends; he would always remain just that. The money did help. Charles had always earned a little working on the local farm, but the only real job he had ever taken, was the factory. That had always been such a terrible dull place, he had been. Beckwith looked at the heavy, cross braced front door, and then we walked around to the side. "Try that one." he said pointing to a door made of three pieces of six-inch pine. It took me two kicks to break the center board and reach in and trip the latch. Beckwith left a couple of men on guard there as he had at the constable's office and the rest of us, maybe a dozen or so, went on inside the tavern. "Build up that fire," was the first thing Billy said as he came through the common room like a. ."* * *Reeve dried his face with a towel after finally getting his head toclear up. He was even more pleased that the headache seemed to havesubsided. As he put down the towel, he took a long look at hisreflection and sighed. What was he going to do about this? Was he reallyat fault for this to have happened?"Ken wants company from a girl," He suddenly thought. Huh, so he waseven picking up those kinds of thoughts was he? He even knew the type ofgirl Ken wanted company from as well as what she. And I know it’s not enough, you want me Sheila, you want me to fuck you. And that’s what I am going to do. You aren’t going to say anything. All you are going to do is be my submissive little sex slave. If you aren’t I will drag you into the hall way and let everyone see what you are doing in here.”His deep tone scared her, but there was no doubt that Sheila was aroused, she was too horny to say no, so she went along with it. Rebecca was in the back corner, now using her own hand against her.