"Now, I'm not a complete bitch. I know you have things to pay for. Like a wedding." She giggled. This was leverage. Blackmail. "I won't take you... entire paycheck, even though I could, because you're such a fucking pushover. I'll let you keep bits and pieces. Whatever scraps you have left. You'll be like a little puppy with those scraps, won't you?"I winced at that. She somehow knew the exact words that would cut into me. Pushover. Little scraps. I felt small even though I easily. It is difficult for a young girl to show her naked body to an older man, especially a stranger. Lord Michael had taught her the pleasure of submitting to an older man, obeying him without question until she did it without thinking. But Lord Roger was younger, more of a lover. Someone to seduce her, not dominate her.“I don’t like to repeat myself. I expect my commands to be fulfilled quickly and without question.” Lord Roger’s hand went down to the front of his trousers, gently rubbing his. You’re thinking of going?” she inquired.“I promised him I would stop by for a few minutes. He still calls me at least once a month at school, he has always been so nice to me. I couldn’t say no.” I responded.“Is Courtney going to be there?” she asked, in an annoyed tone.“I have no idea Ashley, I didn’t ask.” I answered.She turned and walked down the hallway toward the front of the house. For the rest of the day, you could feel the tension in the house between us. I tried my best to be cordial. Then I noticed that whilst there was not much room on the train, the only space that I could see, was in front of her. If she stepped forward we'd both have more room. I looked down, her cute arse was pressed against my lap and her torso was shielded by my unbuttoned coat. As the train accelerated I felt her body against mine and as it slowed she gently moved away. I considered the situation. Perhaps she was no observer of the typically English social rule; that whilst a confined space.