Tim stared at them, stunned and confused.Tim steeled himself. Whatever was happening to him was Rourke's fault. He straightened his shoulders, threw ...out his chest, and stomped toward the door. But he never made it. As he passed the dresser mirror, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. His profile was wrong. He froze, mid-stride, and turned his head, deliberately keeping his profile in the mirror. The well-muscled chest wasn't stretching his shirt taught anymore. His chest was. "Yes Mistress!" I blurted out as my nose slipped into the silk clad cleftof her buttocks. She walked slowly away leaving me on my knees, toward ahuge bed with four marble pillars; it seemed to take her an eternity toget there, allowing me a view of each sway of her beautiful arse. Sheturned and cracked the air with her short whip in typically dominantfashion, making my cock pulse. Smiling at me, she pulled the cord whichheld her leggings; they dropped to the floor revealing her sumptuousthighs. . ‘Laurie, take Lady Daire upstairs and let her select who she wishes.’ When they had gone, Sir Glen got up and poured Leif a wine. ‘I know it’s early, but you need this.’ ‘Taylor isn’t safe with him. No one is.’ ‘Drink. I’ll do the thinking.’ Ordered Sir Glen. Leif continued his nervous tirade, ignoring Sir Glen’s voice. ‘That monster isn’t safe even for the companion who had strict traditional training. He’ll eat them up and spit them out before…’ ‘Leif! It will be taken care of.’ Sir Glen.