.his hands began a decent past her waist…..to her stocking clad legs at the hem of her short skirt. She wondered if he would….then he did. Bob b...gan allowing his hands to creep beneath her skirt over the tops of her stockings, feeling her garters. He looked into her eyes – gauging her reaction. She merely smiled mischievously. Up and up his hands went….as though searching for something…but, that something was never found. He bent down to her and whispered in her ear, “You’re not wearing. He knew to be a squire was demanding work, but had never expected Reginald to give him tasks so demeaning.There was a plop of more manure hitting the floor."I can't do this anymore!" Tristan screamed to no one in particular. He knew that moment he was done being a squire.Sir Reginald's prized steed was a dark brown stallion named Bucephalus. Tristan brought over a light saddle, put it on the beast, lead him out of the stable and climbed on. Bucephalus was a calm horse, unlike his namesake, and. “You’re not going to be in a cast for most of it. Yes, your arm will be immobilized but now they use plastic and metal plates that are strapped on. You’ll have a harness around your neck and waist for a couple of months but once they’re sure the bone is good, you’ll be given a little more freedom. The arm will rest across your stomach instead of in the air like it is now. But that’s still a week or two away. For now, they want your arm completely immobile as much as possible. It’s not because. We dressed up. I took the water and continued our days as if nothing has happened. After that encounter, I was very eager and hungrily waiting for my second episode with the aunty.This happened weeks after the first encounter. I can’t risk the reputation of the aunty, her family, and as well as mine. My owner’s family resides on the ground floor and a portion of the duplex first floor. The rest of the first floor is rented by another family. I stay on the second floor which is a single room.