" We cannot! I shall not pretend to be daughter to Sir Eustace and LadyElizabeth, upon my life!" For the present, you would do well to name them Fathe... and Mother.However there are two reasons we must make this journey. In the firstinstance, we cannot save ourselves from this predicament before ourinvitation to call at Pemborough." You shall write immediately, and make our apologies. We cannot go. Icannot go."Philip smiled at her. "I am not of a mind to write such an epistle." Then I shall. He let go of my legs and I felt him settle back into the far corner of the couch.I tried to pull my knees and ankles together, but to no avail. He had _magicked _them apart as if an invisible metal rod was holding me spread open.‘Good animal,’ murmured the man holding my hair into my ear. ‘That will make you nice and easy to fuck later. Now. Tell me what you want inside you.’ As he spoke, his hand kept stroking my nipple, the sensations running from my breasts to my groin making it hard to. This was a new, delicious feeling. I always loved the feel of new stockings slipping up shaved smooth legs, and how the tops gripped my thighs so tenderly, erotically. The way the stocking tops were always on display when I walked and moved in the uniform. They were only hidden when I stood up straight and did not move. My hands stroked the stocking covered legs and the Goosebumps were always there. It was such a wonderful feeling. The added tickles of the petticoat under the short uniform. "There's just one thing more" he said, "Then I want you and your lovely mother to bugger off 'cos I'm tired"He threw a bunch of keys onto the table, "I want four hundred quid for them there keys"Mum raised her eyebrows at me and I nodded, Jack continued to suffocate us all as mum pulled out a cheque book and asked me to help her, she'd never had one before and had no idea how to make out a cheque.We filled it in and handed it to Jack, who grunted and stood up,"Cheers folks, g'night" and walked.