Lady Cornish knew more about them both, than they thought.Bartand had to think, he had to try and keep this charade of him and Pixie being married. He...was about to speak, but Pixie jumped in to save him luckily."We met when Bartand came to the King's Court in London, my father introduced us. At the time Bartand had returned to London from Southampton, dealing with the French pirate troubles in the Channel. He had earned a lot of respect for his courage out on those waters from my father, Mason. As soon as we’re in the kitchen, I open my coverup and show myself to him. He takes the coverup off of me feels me all over and sucks my nipples. Later I find a mark beside a nipple which really excites me and I have to hide my breast from Richard for several days. ‘He quickly pulls his bathing suit down, exposing his hard cock and I finally get to look at it in the light. It’s much like Richard’s, but it’s not his! It’s a different cock, an illicit cock, and that makes it irresistible. I start. I brought out the next pair, an all black spike high heel. Again I slipped them on her feet, and again I managed to get her to flex her knees and let me see up those beautiful thighs. From the corner of my eye I saw her smirking at me, but I didn't think she really knew what I was trying to do. Or maybe she did. Who knew?She got up and walked around. As she did, her hands went to her skirt and she hiked it up to mid-thigh. She wanted to see what it would look like with a short skirt on, I. “My,” she said, after we had eaten and enjoyed some good wine, “this has been an unusual day.”I smiled at her, tempted to tell her it was far from over. Relaxed, full of red wine and good humor, I was not prepared for the knife that was put to my neck from behind.“Jes’ set still, y’stupid bastid,” said the voice, pulling my head back by my pigtail, “an’ y’might live to see the sun rise agin.”My hands and waist were tied behind my chair with heavy cording and a rough gag was put in my mouth as.