And so, Jasmine had begun working for Alice a week later. It was far worse than she could ever have imagined. NOWThe short walk after Owen dropped her...off was torturous. With Owen in the car, she would always put on an aura of not caring, but the moment she was alone and among the crowds, she would not be able to hide the consciousness at her almost-nakedness and her unwanted bells. It was not actually as bad as Jasmine imagined, however, with the bulk of people rushing to work and the traffic. “What was that?” I asked, my grin broadening. Her legs opened, her dress draping between them, her pale thighs revealing themselves from the slits in her skirt until I could see the outline of my hand moving from beneath the drape of cloth. “Don’t stop.” She said, her eyes locked onto mine. “Keep touching me.” “That’s not how an Alkandran talks.” I said, pushing another finger inside of her. She tensed as I stretched her taut insides, her fleshy sheathe seizing around me, the tight lips sucking. She stripped off her mid length cocktail black dress, a sexy one, very sexy indeed. Of course she was not wearing panties or nylon hose… her perfect firm legs really aroused me and I started to take my clothes off, there in the main salon.Ana run into the bathroom and called me to join her there inside the shower. We fucked under the warm water, she bent over and I entered her pussy from behind; she moved so wildly over my hard cock, making me come in minutes.After the shower we crawled to our. Who could blame her?Blakeslee Keep was in serious trouble! Lord Bushton had no living sons who could take over running the estate when he died. Undoubtedly, the King would allocate Blakeslee Keep to someone else: a man capable of managing the fief and commanding troops in battle. The Bushtons had no one who could do that for them. The two women would become wards of the King and would be forever at his tender mercies. Or, the new man appointed by the King to take over Blakeslee Keep could take.