” Jamie did not respond. She was getting up from the bed. He looked up, confused. She said to him very firmly, “Put your face back down and ask me... again, Mark!” He sensed an intensity he hadn’t sensed before, a seriousness. So he obeyed. “Spank me,” came his response. She was moving around the bed and grabbed one of his hands by the wrist. She pulled that toward the bedpost, where the handcuffs she had put in place were waiting, and cuffed him in. She quickly crawled across his back, sliding. So when he saw the young brunette enter his office yet again carrying a case of what was no doubt crap, he decided now was the final straw; something had to be done."Hello Mr. Lionheart, thank you for agreeing to see me. I know your time is precious and it will only take a moment for me to show you what we have to offer." Hello again Miss Bowen, your visits are a joy as always." he replied in a dry and weary voice. "Now what do you have for me this week?" I'm glad you asked," responded Lorna,. While eating we were talking, turns out he reads a lot for what a hunk he is. I took a page out of the band geek’s book and started turning the conversation into a sexual conversation slowly but surely. Once he remarked about my tits, which of course he did because I was wearing my bikini on purpose, I asked them if he wanted to see them. At first he was in shock it seemed, but he then became focused again and replied, “Sure,” with hesitation. I had him coming closer and closer to the light,. ‘Mom,’ Elizabeth took a seat across from the table. ‘Do I have to marry Duke Eddard?’ she asked without waiting for her mother’s acknowledgement. ‘Why wouldn’t you want to marry a Duke?’ Gwyneth asked curiously, not taking her eyes from the ink quill pressed against the parchment. ‘I don’t want to get married,’ Elizabeth said slowly, she stretched out a hand to take the papers from under Gwyneth’s hands. They began to slide across the table, but Gwyneth hurriedly grabbed them and pulled them.