I walked to the window and looked down to the shore, over her shoulder."How bad are they being?" she gasped, holding herself tight against me.I saw th...at Jill was with Dan, down by the water's edge. She was sitting behind him, and he was seated between her legs, facing out to the water. She was pressed firmly against his back and looking over his shoulder. "A lot of contact between Jill and Dan, but nothing too naughty," I told her, lifting her up the full length of my erection, and lowering her. The whole time we were talking I could feel her hands caressing my balls and my ass and her fingers exploring the outside of my little hole. She reached into her dresser drawer and pulled out a small bottle of lube, of which she proceeded to squirt down my crack. I could feel it slide over my asshole. Soon her finger added to the feeling as it slowly probed the outside. She started pushing a little harder and I moaned a little. Bent over the bed with my ass to a strange woman, I felt so. "He was Sir Bartholomew, when he met you he was a Brigadier-Major in the army." Veronica said with a laugh."Oh, that man. Oh dear, what should I do, apologise to him?" Diana said laughing but her eyes were still looking around.Veronica smiled, "Oh no, there's no need for that, Sir Bartholomew was very impressed with you, he left a standing order that should your path coincide with this organisation that we were to offer you..." Veronica was cut off by Diana saying,"Oh no! You're not going to. But you’re missing the scope of the story. You’re too busy pounding on the lurid bits to step back and see where this is going to wind up. Liz Larimer is never going to be under the thumb of another label – not in Nashville, not in Los Angeles, not in New York. She is never going to be beholden to the executives in fancy suits that sit in their top-floor offices and look down (literally and figuratively) at the empires they control.“She is not alone! In the coming months, you’re going to see.