Not anymore baby, not anymore!"I tried to scream or get some form of answer to what he was saying. WasI stuck like this? Or was this just revenge?"Loo... you stupid whore," he shouted. "It's simple. You've fucked mydaughter around. She is having a bad time of it and needs someone tolook after her. She won't let me look after her anymore, she needs aman. She likes being fucked just like her mother. So, as you have lether down, I am going to change things a bit. I will be there for her.As you. No. The place was pretty empty and kind of dark. We were sitting at a small table in the corner, and I realized that we were sitting a little closer than strictly necessary, and that the sexual tension in the room was off the freaking charts. I hadn't masturbated in, well in several days, and had been almost a year since I'd gotten laid. All of a sudden my clit was stiff as a jelly bean. I strongly suspected that my panties were more than a little bit moist. I really wanted him to touch me.Big Dick. Let’s bargain. Blow job?”He ignores me. No surprise, because it was a ridiculous offer. I look around the barn in desperation, like there’s a solution hiding somewhere, see my dress—Byron prefers me to wear dresses—and get a very bad idea.“You pick a dress,” I say breathlessly, “any length, plunging neck, slit hem - anything goes. I’ll wear it to any restaurant in town. I know you like showing me off.”No reaction, damn him.“Nothing under it,” I add with my best salesperson’s smile.Zilch. This. "Ophelia, play the footage," Neil ordered."Yes Master."Ophelia bowed her head, and snapped her fingers. Sophie's TV turned on magically, to a news story."A man was arrested today in the home of billionaire businessman Alex Brookman," said the news reader. "The elderly man has not been identified, but we are hearing reports that he is claiming to be Alex Brookman himself, despite Mr Brookman being known as appearing much more youthful than this man. Whoever this man is, the police have charged.