Anything to keep my job. Whatever you ask. Anything at all, sir." She bit her lip, trying to control herself, but couldn't help parting her knees slig...tly, giving his eyes more to look at."Well, it would be a shame to lose you. And Kevin had form, I'd already given him a warning over a previous incident. So we might be able to keep you on. But you will need to show that you will do as you're told. And you will have to be punished." "Oh, thank you, sir! I would be so grateful! I will do anything. The frigid cement was leeching the warmth from her very bones. Slowly, she crawled towards where her chair should be, wincing at the pressure on her knee. That would be a lovely bruise for sure. Her bare toe dragged against a rough, gritty surface as she groped about, her questing hand landing on her chair at last. Seizing it, she pulled herself up, sharp needles of… something scraping across her foot. Oh yes, the wood he had collected for a bookshelf, if he ever got around to building it. She. Rupert bought some land from Dashwood when we married, a ruse to give Dashwood some capital, and gave it back to him at this time. Dashwood immediately sold it to a neighbour, George Swinson. Swinson was a very successful grocer and Dashwood would not receive him in the house because he was trade, yet was quite happy to take his money.Sir Dashwood Chandler according to Debretts was a gentleman. The Dashwood I knew was nothing of the sort. He was uncouth, foul-mouthed and lazy. His coterie of. J'ai voulu me retourner vers l’importun mais serrés comme nous l'étions, je ne pouvais pas trop bouger. J'ai juste pu voir qu'il s'agissait d'un jeune homme noir. Quand j’ai voulu, d’un air sévère, retirer sa main, il a ricané. Puis il a reposé sa main d’autorité sur mon cul. Je ne sais pas si c'est par peur ou par curiosité mais je l’ai laissé faire. Pendant tout le trajet, il m’a peloté le cul allant parfois entre mes fesses. Tout cela aurait pu en rester là. Mais arrivée chez ma copine, j’ai.