I very slowly take off my shirt, and see the joy in his face as he realizes that I have a corset on. He absentmindedly begins to stroke himself over h...s boxers as I stand in front of him and slowly move my hips side to side. I smile at him, and look down at myself, happy with my choice. I climb up on top of him straddling his lap and leaning down and kissing him, as he places his hands on my butt slowly beginning to rub me into him. I smile in the kiss and let him rock me against him for a. We crossed the village, the woman beating off the wretched, furiously barking dogs as we passed, and soon plunged back into the forest, following a trail that, unbelievably, was even narrower than the comparative superhighway on which we had come. The old woman immediately broke into a surprisingly rapid trot, so that I had some difficulty just keeping her in sight, let alone keeping up with her. After an hour or so of this, we suddenly broke out of the woods into another clearing. In this one. I slowly, but firmly, pushed my fingers into her vagina, pushing them deeply into her, filling her vagina with three fingers. Filling her, I found her spot and began to slowly but firmly massage the special place. I thrust into her slowly and deeply, firmly massaging the spot, the sides of my fingers rubbing her lips. As she grew wetter and wetter, her breathing started to come in short gasps. She reached up to hold me but I stopped her firmly. I looked in her eyes and softly said, "No. Like Caesar’s wife she had to be, or appear to be, above reproach. Whether or not Jemima had any sexual transgressions to be covered up, Robin did not know. Now there it was, a picture of family devotion as The Great Man, holding Jemima’s hand and with his children and Jemima gazing at him adoringly, he smiled for the camera as he had so often done before. As a member of a powerful family Robin was part of The Great Man’s social circle, or more accurately, Jemima’s. She was a few years older.