She wondered, hearda 'swish' along with his laughter. "How do we make the horse go faster?" he asked, and struck a riding crophard across her buttocks... as he answered, "Why we beat it of course!" Lady Huysmans screamed as her body lurched forwards, driving the phallusdeep inside her, threw her head back as the horse reared, her mouth open ina rictus of pain and delight. Again he hit her and she sobbed, moaned, feltthe crop sear her buttocks and the phallus fill her cunt, and with each strokeshe. " This what?" This ... The cleaning the house. My favorite diner. My favorite wine. Myfavorite desert. What are you plying me for? Do you have something planned with your friends?" No ... Nothing like that at all." he responded. "I knew you had a long week and you'd be tired when it was over. That's all."Still suspicious she said "I don't believe you. But thanks anyways. It was really good."He answered her with a humph and went back to clearing the mess. As she brought her plate to him she. " I've just done some research on the agency and Susan Grant andeverything seems to be totally legit and professional. Mum, I don't seewhat I have to lose just giving her a call. If there is some extra moneyto be made it would be stupid not to at least think about it. Let meshow you their website."No more was said for a few minutes as they finished their food, thenRyan fetched the laptop and found Top Class Models. Diane scrolledthrough the various pages of the site and turned to Ryan."Yes, I. I never knew my real mother the sound of her voice her touch but never the less my dear sweet mother's life did have a purpose. and shortly after my mother's death my father used her life insurance policy to buy a two story house. now it's the year 1959 and were all living in this big house my mother's life paid for. and when I was a little boy I would all ways hear my step mother complaining about how she didn't really love my father. and how she really wanted to marry her young boy friend.