" I exclaimed."Pray wash and shave before you see his Lordship!" mother insisted as if I were a fresh faced boy and not a grown man."I shall not!" I i...nsisted, "Indeed I shall not," and I saw no need to remain, "Good day mother, Dolly," I said and I ignored Rose as I left the room.I took horse and made haste to Marchington Hall pausing but briefly to take luncheon at the Five Bells the ale house on the edge of the Marchington estate which was in sore need of renovation, with the timbers all. “This is where I want you to sketch me,” Lissa said.“It’s raining, Lissa.” Okay, I was whining about having my gorgeous model wife get naked in front of me. Stupid!“That should make it interesting,” she said. She apparently had everything set up in advance as there was a canopy cover that jutted out in front of the wheelhouse. She parked me on a folding chair there and started to undress. I glanced around hurriedly, but we were a hundred and fifty feet from the shore at the end of this pier,. Jen hated sports, she ate well but again didn’t deny herself a pizza if she felt like one. She was just effortlessly sexy. Her tits and legs were definitely her finest assets; she had amazing 34DD breasts that were currently resting in her sparkly pink bikini top. Her legs went on forever, smooth tanned and perfect right up to her peachy ass that was covered by her hot little denim shorts. She was lying on her back, resting on her lounger, her legs outstretched and her arms by her side letting. They don’t call it a compromising position for nothing. There’s really no way to fight back. My arms were as useless as those of dinosaur. If I tried to stand up, he could simple push me forward with one hand and I’d lose my balance against the arm of the sofa. The high heels made sure of the that and when I did fall forward, his phallus dug in even deeper. It was becoming ever swampier in there. The ceiling fan was a long forgotten breeze now that I was buried beneath a hot and rutting bull..