She had left a mark; a thin line of red had welted across his left bottom cheek. She wondered why she felt like the way she did, unsatisfied. He was a...client, nothing more, nothing less. And a good client at that. Followed all the rules, was never late, did not rise above his station and try to force himself onto her. That happened more often than she liked. Apparently having it plastered on her website in bold red and ensuring it had been seen by each new client wasn’t enough. Some idiots. The progress reports from the assigned lass, the pledge contributor lord and others involved in the breeding enterprise were all positive. Irene adored Sir Stephen’s doggies, Sir Stephen adored Irene’s ‘doggy’s. As a TWA graduate, the Scots-Irish redhead was hyper-competent in all the other positions as well. She kept Sir Stephen cozy and content all night during his random visits, despite the drizzly highland climate. The sheepskin rug before the great room fireplace became their special. Three of us slept in the same bed with him each night, with the bed partners chosen at random, except that we had all decided that Beth was his chaperone in bed, so she was one of the three each night. Interestingly, he has proved honorable, making no effort to circumvent the restrictions we put on him, both in bed, and in general. He’s also told us that he’s not ready for anything more, is, in fact, a bit afraid of moving the relationship. That convinced Beth to argue against continuation of. .. I needed more action… Someone who fucked me like she wanted it.”Those were the hurtful excuses he had hurled at her for his cheating the last five years of their marriage. When she least expected it, those words replayed in her thoughts. "Fuck him!" she said to the empty foyer.Dina should be happy about the pending divorce, excited, and celebrating it. She should be living her best life. She realized she needed a distraction from her thoughts. "Mrs. Williams, I'm all done with the setup. If.