He is just as guilty as Le Gris.”“What of your household servants? Your mother?”“They were not at the estate at the time,” Jean replied.“S..., there are no witnesses?” the Count asked rhetorically. “Have you anything more to offer as proof?”“Only my honor,” Sir Jean answered.“Yes, well, that won’t prove anything. Very well,” the Count said, turning to Jacques le Gris, “What say you, Le Gris? Did you force yourself upon Jean’s wife, Lady Marguerite on the 18th of January or any other time?”“Of. Riving back home that night, I really found it difficult to get Diane out of my mind. For the first time since Connie, I had found a girl I really felt attracted to. With Connie, it wasn't so much a physical attraction for her as it was another quality, which I had taken to labeling charisma. With Diane, it was a strong physical attraction, plus the fact I liked her flamboyant and exuberant approach to life. How many girls would have been willing to make the kind of public spectacle of. ‘Don’t tell anyone but I’m off up to the top for a quick nap. You look out for Pete for me, will you?’. ‘Sure’ I said, as I sat down for a rest of my own. Minutes later, and to my surprise, Pete’s wife Sarah walked into the stable asking for Andy. She looked at me with a startle, expecting to see Andy. ‘Who are you’ she asked with a voice combining authority and a sense of intrigue. ‘Becky’ I replied, almost shaking with fear that I’d been caught having a break. Sarah looked me up and down, in. Oh well, too late to take them back now, she pulled tight the slippery fabric, the crotch disappearing up inside her.Katie turned to admire herself in the mirror. Fuck she did look super sexy. The Brazillian cut panties enhancing her curves. I bet some boy would love to get their hands on my gorgeous bottom, or girl for that matter, she mused.This wasn't going to take long… on the other hand...no rush.Fortunately, she had slipped her silver bullet vibe into her wash bag as an afterthought..