“Don’t be so nervous. I think you’ll very much like your new home,” Mr. Harper said warmly.As they drove down in the direction of Mr. Harper's...manor house, they turned down a small track that turned out to be the driveway to Liz’s new home. It was beautiful. white stone, with small leaded windows, a low thatch roof with white and red roses climbing up the side of the house. The garden was part lawn and part vegetable garden. The tomatoes were in season and there were bees busy tending to all. Then, I set to work. Gotta hand it to Annie, the thumps I was giving her left pink streaks on her back and butt, but she only grunted from time to time. After a dozen, I thought I ought to move around. I started on her belly, and the grunts came with each blow. Carefully metering myself, I only struck hard enough to leave pink lines, no welts or skin breaks. At least, that was the plan. Every so often, I misjudged a strike, and left a raised wheal to establish where that blow had landed.Twelve. The three of them stood around staring hungrily down at Lynn and I. But we had a moment to relax before whatever indignity was to follow.Lynn had pulled her fingers away from my pussy and she was leaning against me. I turned to her and she asked, "Are you okay, mom?"I thought about it. I was dismayed to discover that, much to my surprise, I was okay. I was even excited by the way I was being treated. I was even beginning to accept the fact that my daughter was as much their slave as I was.I put. It was time I thought to review the lordship a little more thoroughly with Colmgil. There were elements of my knowledge that I was sure could help my lands be more productive and my business administration training was rearing its ugly head, pushing me to increase the income from the lordship.My discussions with Colmgil confirmed that the Knapdale lands were not producing enough. Wool seemed to be the staple 'export' with iron ore being the main 'import' to the lordship. My enquiries about.