"You feel good Kathy."Kathy stood there nervous under the harsh stare. She wanted to cover her breasts as his gaze fondled them. She knew her tight sh...rt was clinging to her breasts, and was exposing her midriff and felt the caress of his sight as it traveled down her body. She almost screamed as his hand touched her stomach, and started, but cowered under his command, and stood completely still as the hand made its way around the left side of her body. "Please don't take me to jail." Kathy. "Marigold!" Mother exclaimed."Charlotte!" Lady Marchington replied though mother's name were actually Pamela, Eugenie and May.Mother ignored the slight, "How delightful, and this must be Sarah!"Sarah scowled, perhaps had she smiled she could have been a beauty but scowling was her favoured expression."Have you met Charles?" she asked."Delighted," I stammered, awkwardly."Huh," Sarah snubbed me yet again."Indeed, we met at Albrighton Ball," I replied, where she refused my invitation to dance. Sitting in my chair I can see the bottom of her ass peeking out at me from the short dress she has on today. Is she taunting me? Does she want me to fuck her right here? What if her husband walks in? What if my wife finds out? I can hear my wife's voice calling my name already. With a shake, I'm awoken by my wife. "Huh, yeah?" In an exhausted voice, I answer. "The cat! Will you let the cat out?" She mumbles in a half asleep half awake voice. "I'm going to kill that cat!" I think to myself.. "Now, you're here to promote your latest film, um..." He checked his note cards. "First Draft." "That's right," Courtney said. "Why don't you tell the folks at home a little bit about it?" "Okay," Courtney agreed, shifting in her seat. "Well, it's a comedy. I play this young woman, sort of a naive mid-westerner, who's lived a sheltered life, but is an aspiring writer. I end up meeting this best-selling author. He's this huge celebrity, you know, like Stephen King or someone." She turned out.