You will never be done with them. You're their last chance to get a title in the family. Until you marry that drunken Duke they will continue to haras... you. Just look at your sister for verification." Well, what do we do then?" When are you running another horse in France?" We're not. The owner that liked racing there has decided to retire her horse." Oh..." Why?" I don't want them to know that you're in England." Of course." Is it that you want me to prove that I'm alive, and to hint that I am. His eyes were hard. "Go upstairs bitch," he told me in that creepily calm voice: "brush your teeth and gargle with something. Have a bath. Shave. Clean every last inch of yourself for me, especially your pussy and arse. I'm going to lick you everywhere and I want you to be clean."All I could do was blink at him and wonder what the hell....? Then he slapped my face, only lightly but enough to startle me; I gave a cry and stumbled backwards."Upstairs. Bath." He showed me the six-pack of. I eventually fell asleep Monday night and then waking up on Tuesday the day seemed to drag on by from the start. I dropped my daughter off at crèche and went to gym. I then came home and showered and shaved my pussy so I could be clean and fresh for my younger lover. Once all clean I saw it was only 11h00 and still a long way to go. I did some work on the laptop checking emails and eventually it reached time to fetch my daughter at 15h00. From school I decided to stop at the shops and get cool. "One more minute, I promise."That seemed to keep Jack at bay, as I dashed over to the open closetdoor and scurried amongst the shoes to find the perfect high heeledbedroom slippers. I found a strapless pair with soft fuzzy trim, andquickly slipped into them before quietly sliding the closet door closed.I looked at my full height reflection in the mirrored door and could notbelieve how convincing I looked as Carole.Not wanting to keep Jack waiting any longer, I went to the door andslowly opened.