?No honeymoon in the South of France or anything of that kind?? ?I believe something of the sort was planned for the next day,? Sir Richard responded ...ryly. ?However, it is a tradition with the Summersbys that the Wedding Night be spent in the Ancestral home.? ?Ah,? I said. ?The ritual deflowering of the virgin among the mosses of the old manse.? Sir Richard coughed, but otherwise took no notice of my off-color remark. ?Well, that night they turned in rather earlier than was Sir Roderick?s. Just went to bed. Barely ate this morning. She had just sent some basic texts back and forth with her girlfriend. Usually she or May took turns driving to work, but today she left early without her. In the aftermath of last night she felt physically exhausted and mentally numb.What had come over her? She couldn’t explain it. She didn’t like men - not sexually, anyway. She encountered her male teachers on the way to her office, even the ones that she felt were attractive, and felt no different. She replied, “No, I want to relax a bit. Give me a massage.” I nodded.She went inside the bathroom and came out just in a towel. My eyes were just fixed at her boobs. I could see her big cleavage. She lied down on the bed. I started applying oil on her back. I started giving massage on her back. She closed her eyes and started making hiss sound. Her bare back was looking damn sexy.Then after some time, she got really high and me to go downstairs and removed the towel completely. OMG! HER ASS. Arron felt his face flush his pulse rate jumped. Oh my God! He fought for control, the same strange alien part of him that he had learnt to control in battle, just wanted to take her there and then. He was grateful he had learnt to control his inner daemon, the beast within, and had not let it have free rein over him. He was fairly certain that ripping the clothes off the Princess's Lady-in-waiting and taking her on the ballroom floor would be a major breach in protocol. But what the hell was.