Not even a shepherd-boy she could send running for help. With a gentle word of encouragement to the gelding she slowly led him towards the road that w...uld bring her to the quiet village at the foot of her father's estate. Soon she was swearing again as the thistles and briers pulled at the hem of her long skirt. The riding dress was going to be ruined, she thought with a frown as she wished for the thousandth time that her father would let her wear jodhpurs for the hunt.Lord Marlton insisted. She had been thinking about getting a roommate, just to take some of the loneliness away with her son gone to school. While she didn’t need the money to live it would be nice to have some help with the rent. And it sounded like it would only be temporary, until he got a job with the police department and then he would move on.They talked about it some more and she said, “Well, you know if we did this it would change the dynamic of our relationship. We’d downshift into being friends,” she. She leaned back and I went down on her neck. She seemed like she got lost the sense of time and reality.The only thing she needed was I…my lips, my hot breath on her neck…than her breasts. Her nipples felt so good in my mouth.My hand was all over her tights as she opened them up for me…I continued sucking and licking her nipples as I put her down on my bed. Her body was shivering, she was moaning a bit. She was going crazy from the shame and the desire she had kept for so long.My hand was. She pointed to the divan with a stern look toward Gwen.On impulse, Gwen chose this moment to make a stand. "No. I won't." Are you refusing, young lady?" Yes." Gwen, this is your last chance. Get on the divan and put your bottom up for Dalton." No."Mrs. Gracely gestured to the servants. Two large butlers stepped toward the trembling girl. She didn't struggle much, for she knew it was useless. But at least she could have the satisfaction of knowing she didn't go willingly.They carried her to the.