‘Sir, Sir.’ The footman was excited and couldn’t stand still. ‘She’s here. At least her horse is.’ Dylan bolted to his feet. ‘You’re s...re it’s her horse?’ He stared intently at the young man. ‘Of course, her tacks here too, has your coat of arms on it.’ The footman was grinning widely. Dylan shoved the bottle of whiskey at the young servant and strode quickly to the owner, he cornered the slimy little man at the stairs and grabbed him but his collar. ‘Going somewhere?’ His voice was deceptively. “Sorry, Master,” she said. “Like I said, I thought I had more time.” Boratus didn’t respond or seem to pay attention to her. He had a hand on one of her four wooden bedposts as he examined it. “Do you have rope?” he asked. “I … er … oh!” she exclaimed, realizing what he was thinking. “I don’t know. I’d have to ask mom.” He shook his head. “Another time. Are you ready to tell your mom what you are?” “Right now, Master?” A light sheet of perspiration spread across her body. “Yes.” “She’s about to. The other 13 I actually liked in some way or another, I mean I didn' want to marry them or anything, but they all had some charm. But not Sarah. Sarah was hot alright, in fact I ranked her at the top 3 of the hottest girls I fucked while working at the bar. She had nice long dirty blond/light brown hair, a very respectable body, I'm not talking rail thin or anything, but the meat was in all the right places. mainly her tits, a nice 36C if I remember correctly and a fine tight ass that I. A rather posh lady answered as Alan asked if she would be able to answer a few questions, she said she would and pressed the button to open the gates, Alan slowly drove up the long drive and up to the door, as he knocked a young lady about 30 answered and asked him in, sitting in the kitchen he started to ask the questions, as the women walked about making coffee, Sandy (the owner) walked into the sunlight as I could see through her gown, totally naked underneath, licking my lips I tried to get.