Suddenly, without any warning, she pushed me back on the bed and tore at my shirt, the buttons flying off of it.“That’s a good shirt,” I remarke....Danny didn’t care. I could tell by the look in her eyes and the way she bit down on her lower lip that she was on fire. I tore at her shirt and in seconds she was topless and I was sucking on her boobs.Betty appeared in the doorway.“Hey,” Betty exclaimed, “not without me.”Betty bounced on to the bed. She grabbed my arm and, using my shirt, had one of. One was more than I could bear.Thank you for listening, My Lady. I don't know what I would do without you.I reluctantly got up and mounted the horse for the continued journey to the Duke's estate.It was just before dawn when I entered the estate and gave the horses to the soldiers that came to greet me. Sensing my mood, none of them asked me any questions or even looked my way. I could still feel the darkness that I was projecting radiate from me in a continuous aura.One of the men escorted me. It looked like it was going to be a regular evening. Things seemed no busier than usual but no quieter either. The best thing was that it didn't look like there were any groups in. Hen Nights, Business Meetings, Clubs, Associations, all meant trouble. If you asked Daniel, when you got a bunch of women together and put some drink inside them and they got competitive about who can humiliate the help the most.He heard footsteps on the staircase outside. Best to be ready, he thought, and got to his. Adam didn’t reply a word and kept quiet for a minute. “You want me to call you a whore?” Adam asked. “Yes, make me your whore,” I said touching my wet pussy. “Do you want me to be your whore, Adam?” I was crossing all the lines of being dirty with my friend’s son. “Yes,” Adam said slowly, “I want you to be my whore, I want to fuck you badly,” Adam said. “I will see you the day after tomorrow, and then we will meet at my house,” I reminded Adam about our dinner plan. “I’m just waiting for.