The bedrooms had no locks on them, so I went over to take a peek and see what the moaning was about.Slowly opening the door I could vaguely see from t...e moonlight coming through her window and from the nightlight Art had always needed since he was young. A woman was lying on the bed and her pretty legs were wide apart. Fred was on top of her, humping and fucking her. Some bimbo, I guessed. What could I say? I didn't know who she was, but my cock was getting hard watching.Fred was quite the. And walking the eight kilometres down the valley back to Church Gate. It was a fun night, trust me...Next morning, I woke slightly late - well, too late for the hotel breakfast, although the receptionist kindly offered to get something together for me, which I declined. Instead, I collected three messages ... all left behind the desk earlier on ... one from Kath, one from Rosie and one from Alison.I read them in that order. Kath's was succinct. Hope you're still OK about talking about. I took the precaution of carrying a cushion with me because I knew how hard the wooden chairs would feel on my still very tender backside. To my surprise there was more sympathy than animosity towards me, at least from the lower status staff, the discontent at my new position came mainly from the butler and Mrs. Evans. Cook greeted me and suggested I sat at the end of the table so I wouldn't be squashed between the others and because I was now here as a guest servant. I knew what she meant.. He started to get up, to follow his father, when the hilt of a sword hit him hard in the abdomen. He dropped back into the chair he had been sitting in, wheezing and moaning. A gleaming blade came into his vision, and the tip pricked his throat. Rupert froze.“This was the second time that you hurt my daughter,” he heard Sir Richard Lambert’s snarl. “If that happens one more time, I’ll cut you open and feed your bollocks to my dogs. This is my promise, and I have never broken my word.”The blade.