Within a while I was suddenly joined by an attractive female acquaintance of Iris, “Hello, you’re staying at the Carlton-Hawes manor aren’t you?...I’m Caroline Spencer!” The slim, fair-haired, smartly dressed woman sat where Iris had been.“Oh, Yes I am; I’m Margot Chiverton.”“What did you make of that first innings?”“Oh! Well, I know little about the game really, but I believe they got off to a good start; then kind of wilted towards the end, didn’t they?”“Yes, your right; young Ralph was. .. I know you were only trying to help".She looked up with a semi-relieved smile and took a couple of steps towards the bed. As I mentally patted myself on the back for my intuitive brilliance, she looked mournfully down at me."Yes, I only wanted to help," she sighed. "But I've made it worse. Haven't I?"Immediately spying the trolley-bus again, I understood this situation could go in several directions depending on how I answered her question. It seemed important enough for me to give a few. She was literally hanging by her neck, screeching into her thick tape gag, as Gord inspected her shiny transparent pantyhose covered ass.He planted his open palm under her ass and slid his fingers around to find the hole ripped in her pantyhose. He tapped and then pushed at the butt plug embedded in her anus and then found the soft mound of flesh. It was her swollen sex, puffing out thru the rip in the pantyhose fabric, and available for him to rub and then pinch at. “Guess it’s time to fuck. I like to make sex in my bed-room, but I also like nature. I don't like to make sex during winter time, but during the warm and hot seasons, like spring, summer and autumn. I like the virgin girls, but the girls with a lot of experience too. I like the shaved pussy rather than the hairy pussy..