Who could be up at this hour? She instinctively pulls her arm up over her breasts—no one in the house should see her up and about in such an inappro...riate state. She pauses to listen—but only silence follows. Katherine ventures back into the hallway. On the way to her small bed chamber, she sees a faint strip of light from beneath the heavy oak door to the wine cellar. Was this the source of the noise? The wine cellar is an area of responsibility for Katherine. The Lord and Lady of the Manor. “Sire, please stay here,” he pleaded. “If someone is sneaking around the camp it is so they can get close to you. It makes little sense for you to make it easier.”Joseph bristled – as he’d done numerous times over the course of the march – at the forced idleness. His only action on the campaign had been greeting the people in the towns and villages they had gone through.“We need to find out if this is a solo excursion or a prelude to something larger,” Joseph insisted. “I am the person most. . but still yet so very innocent, tender, naive. My whole life I have lived on praise and making daddy proud. That is why I tryso hard in school, getting good grades every time. My room is always spotless, picked up daily. I help with the dishes, the laundry ... all to hear the magic words...”Good Girl.” Just hearing them makes my whole body sparkle, mytummy tingle and flip, knowing that daddy is proud of me. It is everything to me. I never really get it trouble, it hurts my heart too much to. As if caressed by his gaze, her pussy convulsed, and Isabelle groaned in delight. ‘Please Darius...my pussy has been, uh, like this all day...it was so hard without you around...it just begged for, ah, for your touch. Please Darius, I need you to, uh, stroke it and touch it or I’m going to go crazy.’ ‘And what about your lack of panties?’ ‘Mmh, it was hard, yeah it was, mmm, I felt so horny without you...I knew I couldn’t...mmm...touch myself, but that just made me more, uh, excited.’ .