I took a sip and let it burn into my throat before speaking, ‘Guess who’s back.’ Lily took a drink too. She turned her eyes up to the ceiling th...n replied with a smile, ‘I haven’t got a clue.’ ‘Marissa.’ ‘You’re joking! The harpy in heels is back?’ ‘Harpy in heels?’ ‘Come on, Paul.’ Lily laughed. ‘It’s no secret that I didn’t like her.’ ‘Yeah. A war of words right here in this bar comes to mind, but I had no idea you called her that.’ Given recent events it was foolish to follow the need to. As the coach moved along a serpentine drive Giuseppe regained his good humour, and indicated the bosky setting of the estate.“During the summer months the area is turned into a hunting forest, similar to the one the French King had designed in Versailles.”I feigned ignorance. “Oh, and what quarry is hunted?”“Females!” he bellowed in laughter. “Have you not heard of King Louis the Fifteenth’s Parc aux Cerfs?”Indeed, I did know all about that lewd and degenerate place, Eloise-Annette Macready,. "That's because you were happily married," he said. "But now..." But... " she started to say, but was cut off as he kissed her passionately. She stiffened for a minute, then melted into his arms. God, it had been so long since she had been kissed that way.She was breathless by the time he released her mouth. He moved his lips down and slowly kissed the side of her neck. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned.As he licked his tongue around the hollow of her neck, sending shivers all over her, he reached up. "Y-yes, you told me that I always had to be back here by 3:00 pm on the weekdays..." her voice trailed off."And what time did you get back today?" U-um... I believe I got back a-at about..." her high-pitched voice trailed off once again, "3:20, master."I sighed deeply, so as to exaggerate my disappointment. Well, at least she remembered to call me 'master'. I smiled at the thought of her seeing me as her owner. I looked down at her small cock, encased by the chastity cage I got for her. It.