I giggled childishly just thinking about it.Should I do it? Could I do it? Was I brave enough? I sheepishly looked around. I was still alone. I then s...ood up slowly. I then nervously looked around. No-one was there.I was stalling. I was procrastinating. I was just stood there. Thinking about my crazy idea, over and over again in my head. It was insane! It was absolutely preposterous! I couldn’t possibly do it! It would be too scary or very embarrassing. Or maybe both.I then looked at the lake.. However, pretty, young Eloise was so much more exciting and pleasurable to be with than his other possessions. Of course, Eloise knew why he was fucking her love hole with so much ferocity. It was because of the special treat she’d supplied him the night before. Eloise knew that her lusty lord needed variety. He was addicted to innocent looking young maidens and their special lust that only a newly inflamed and seduced virgin can provide. Last evening the petite brunette had been no. Not that I would be sniffy about even routine work for such a famous rock and roll celebrity.She e-mailed him about updating his horoscope, adding that if he still wanted help with his autobiography, she knew someone who might be suitable. Inevitably she mentioned that I was 'gifted'.A reply came the next day, commissioning the horoscope update, and asking for more information about me. Within a week I received an e-mail asking for a short meeting.I was collected from Fulrose Court by car a few. Then he said ‘Okay, you aren’t stopping us, so we’ll just keep going until you do’ and he put a hand between her legs, inside her panties and let go of the hem of the skirt. Okay, I couldn’t see what his hand was doing, but it was obvious from the look on Sarah’s face that she could feel what he was doing, and she told me later. Then I could see other hands pull Sarah’s skirt up at the back and there were hands, not only all over her tits, but all over her legs, thighs, bum and everywhere,.