Sir Anthony received him in private in his study. While tea was served, he studied the man. He must have been a good looking man once, but too much dr...nk and an unsteady living had taken their toll.“I take it you came about young Ellen,” Sir Anthony offered.“Well, yes, I want to pick up my daughter. It was very considerate of you to give her shelter, but she will have to return with me. As she may have told you, she is engaged to marry.”“Major, let’s not beat about the bush,” Sir Anthony cut. First he started on the beer then onto something stronger, that was the week Kathy moved out finding the bedsit on the other side of town. She contemplated going back home but what too a mother who was so tied up with her stepdad she didn’t notice her a stepdad who she was sure just wanted to get in her knickers...no thank you very much.A little about the girl Kathy almost twenty one, 5’ 4” pretty face with dirty long blonde hair, dark brown eyes and full red lips. A trim hourglass figure with. Now she was near him, leaning on the balcony of the bedroom of her holiday hotel in Menorca. She was wearing a loose, crop top t-shirt and beige shorts with an elasticated waist. Her back was to him now but later…..He moved up behind her and put his hands on her hips, just standing slightly apart from her – he expected her to resist or pull away but she moved her body back to press against his loins. He moved his hands round and up under her soft t-shirt, slowly sliding over her skin to cup her. Barbara finalised the tucking-in and closed the back zip of his satinskirt, an abrupt zzzzzp that signalled confinement and John feltimprisoned in a satin and taffeta-lined jail, any lingering thoughts ofescape evaporating when Joan placed his size 5 nyloned feet, so delicatefor a young man, into six inch black high heels.The potion was now wearing off but it hardly mattered. He couldn't run,scarcely walk in his heels. He tottered, that was about it, his satinskirt furtively constrained his.