‘Begging your pardon, your ladyship, Mr Groat, but I’m to tell Mister Groat that there’s troopers approaching the house, about ten of ’em.’ ...he lad bobbed and twitched at speaking to the lady of the house. She thanked him graciously for performing his errand. This only made the poor boy twitch and bob even more as he ran off backwards, twitching and bobbing, until he could politely turn and run properly. ‘Richard Hopwell’s boy, mistress.’ Groat said automatically, knowing his mistress would. She turned left and then right to present herself. When he didn’t seem to get the hint, she pulled her chair up to his side and sat down to explain herself.“I remembered something yesterday!” Her vague announcement was met with another confused gaze. “You know, when I first woke up after the injury, I had this weird idea to call you dad, right? Well as it turns out, I was on some birth control ... and stopped using it. So I’m thinking that I wanted to call you dad, or daddy or whatever because. My wait was rewarded this time, and I was glad I'd decided to improve my appearance. Helen had let her hair down in a glorious cascade around her shoulders, she was wearing some sort of makeup that emphasized her already striking eyes, and the light blue dress she was wearing put the lie to my first impression of her as "matronly". It wasn't blatant by any means, but it clung to her in spots and left the imagination free to wander in others. I'll admit my imagination was wandering during. As I eat her pussy she breathlessly tells me that she is a worthless little whore. She moans out that she would do anything to feel my cock inside her. She cums two more times on my face and I ask her if she would allow multiple men to fuck her just to feel my cock inside her. She enthusiastically screams out that she would do anything to please her master. I pull her to her feet and uncuff her. I tie her hands to the bedpost as she is facing down. I spread her legs and place a vibrator.