She now looked at the girl who had spoken and sat with her hand slightly raised, a pen idly pointing at the ceiling to indicate the speaker.“Well, I...suppose I would have been….well, I wouldn’t have been serf certainly but not landed gentry either. Probably a girl waiting to be married off to a suitable young man to enhance the family.”“Lord of the Manor’s son?”“Possibly. Do you have ambitions in that direction Mandy?”“Good God, No!” the girl laughed. And twisted her pretty face to look at. The floor mat was covered in it. My pussy was soaked. I had brought a couple of towels from home just for this occasion. I cleaned myself up and dried the floor.I said Nathan’s name again. My thoughts were scattered everywhere. “I want to see and feel his cock. No, I don’t. Stop this, Ellen. Jim is already thinking something is wrong. You can’t continue this fantasy sexual affair with your client’s soon to be ex husband.”I’ve always felt that I was the one in control in most of my romantic. Months passed and often times I heard laughter in their back yard but was never curious enough to peek through the fence to see what was up.One afternoon I was pruning the limbs on a large oak tree that hung over our shared fence and was headed towards their garage, when I heard a cheery hello from the other side. I stopped and replied.We both moved a bit until we could see the other's eyeball through a gap between slats, and enjoyed a few minutes of conversation. Her name is Hilda and I told. I tied her ankles with the zip tie and knew she was mine - at least until I'm finished with her. I often wonder if these girls deserve this, walking out here all alone. Either way, I win.I stepped off he body and stroked my throbbing cock through the material of my pants. I could see her struggling but it was already over. I picked her up with ease and took her to the side of the path behind the bush, where I had already organised what was going to happen. I laid her stomach down and sat on her.