During the days she worked, I kept myself busy doing yard work, preparing the house and our parent’s homes for winter. Helen was very appreciative o... my help, and with Stewart, at work, we had the house to ourselves. She made it a point to show me lots of tit and leg, and I certainly didn’t turn down the opportunities to look at her wonderful cleavage.She frequently asked how Donna and I were doing, fearing we might divorce. I reassured her were taking marriage counselling. I eventually steered. "What did you say, Jeremy?"Brenda considered Jeremy to be only a work buddy and not anyone to waste time on. He was only a mere 26 and on the same level as her in the firm hierarchy. True, he was handsome in a geeky sort of way with wavy blond hair and those awful black rimmed glasses. He had cornered her under the mistletoe last year and gave her a wet, sloppy booze-induced kiss that left her wondering "where's the meat?" Since that time, she had granted him some playful finger access in the. ? Gwen scrambled to get down off thebed and onto the floor. Disentangling herself from the sheet was a challengewith her hands and ankles bound, but she moved as fast as she was able. Hercheek still stung as she frantically tried to get down on her knees, head onthe floor at his feet and ass in the air. If there was anything Gwen didremember it was her former boyfriend?s fondness for punishment. The last thingshe wanted to do was incur his wrath for moving too slow. ?Better. I expect to see. He seemed to know all the pets of the manor quite well. They spoke openly, not caring what Chloe or I heard, obviously secure in the knowledge that what was said wouldn’t be repeated. As we walked, I tried to figure out exactly where we were. It certainly appeared to be an ordinary town home, but I was positive this wasn’t the case. I hadn’t seen any other people around, and assumed, like most upper class British homes, that the servants were adept at doing their jobs without being seen or.