Her ex-husband had once been hip too, but after marriage he thought they should grow up and become respectable citizens and parents. They had tried, h... half managed, but she failed completely. They had been separated for almost three years now and legally divorced for six months. She was well off financially, but emotionally she was a wreck. She chose to live totally alone with just Christina in their fine, isolated ex-urban house. Not wanting to work, and n not needing to, she had slipped into. .Bang bang on the door "open up " said the security officials that were chasing me for ages, he let go of my ass and turned and walked to the door which was only 3 feet or so away from us and when he got to the door I noticed his trousers had gone and he was wearing nothing from the waist down so he took those trousers off while he was rubbing up against me in the kitchen only to be disturbed by the security people, I could see his great big cock hiding up his shirt it was a rock hard erection. Lankin is a wily fox and I fear for you and our son." I will do as you say, my Lord..."From the doorway to his small cabin the next morning, Lankin silently watched Lord Zetland lead a troupe of knights, soldiers and servants away from the Keep, heading towards the south road. He smiled as he watched for his plan was going well. With the Lord making his excuses to the King in London, he would have a much freer hand up here in Yorkshire."Come back to bed, Lankin," the woman sharing his bed. Foster’s knowing fingers. He seemed to just know where to touch her, kiss her. He just seemed to know… her. Even now, with his fingers traveling down to between her legs, where her daddy had abused her again and again, she was trusting him more and more. Wanting to open herself and her body to this man who was a stranger to her only a few hours ago. As his fingers made their way lower she opened her legs wider. Her fear was being replaced with trust, knowing he only wanted to make her feel.