I turned Lessie and her back was supported by the arm of the sofa and her legs straight. I looked down at her thigh where her skirt had ridden up and ...er lush thighs' looked like silk. I place a hand on her thigh and Lessie spread her thighs apart and her skirt rode higher. I placed my hand on the inside of her thighs and felt skin as fine as the best silk. Smooth thighs and my hand traveled up her thigh just six inches. Lessie had her eyes' closed tight and whispered "Oh God." Lessie your mine. He could feel her shudder between each stroke. She sobbed she was embarrassed and felt vulnerable and violated and it hurt, she could feel the redness growing. She had not been spanked since she was a little girl. And that was by her uncle. Funny she seemed to remember the hardness that she felt now growing harder with each passing of his hand. He stood her up watching her panties slip to the floor. He told her to take of the bra, and to step closer. Standing there in front of him her breasts. That wasn’t quite right. I wanted my life back, but knew that was now impossible. One thing John had insisted on when I began running the business during what turned out to be his final year. When John first started his business, he deposited all his earnings into one account, which was the same account he used for the ranch. He would write payroll checks for his employees out of that account, and also for all his farm supplies. All personal expenses also came out of that account. That worked. Suddenly, his head tilted down and he hissed. Helen and Christine turned questioning eyes towards him, only to see a twirl of black envelop his form within the folds of his cloak. He seemed to glare at the women, silently daring them to question him. Helen, used to his strange ways, shrugged her shoulders and turned back to Christine. The young woman stared at him for a moment, but he would not meet her eyes. With a slight frown, Christine drew upon the acting skills her father taught her and.