Holy shit, it’s pretty nice in here. Like a mini motorhome. A really small, tightly compacted motorhome with barely enough room to move. “So Alex,... ya never answered my question.”I look up at her trying to remember what she asked. “Who ya running from?” I guess it’s not going to hurt to tell her. I doubt she’s going to judge. “Home…” “How come? Can’t be that bad.” I finally give in, what harm could come from telling a stranger about my life?“My mom… she has some problems. Mostly drugs, alcohol. " Oh yes Mummy please." The very glamorous blonde Hon Kate Leighton broke in to the conversation. "Let's please Mummy, he's quite dishy, although he is a bit on the old side for me." He is only about 27 or 28." Lord Leighton responded."Well I suppose that he might do at a pinch." Kate murmured."From what I have heard he is not engaged or married." Lady Leighton said. "So I will invite him for Saturday dinner. No harm in you running the rule over him darling."Lord Ainsley privately was disgusted. With my arm out of the way, he moved his hand under the opening of my robe, grabbing and squeezing my breast like you would test fruit for ripeness. Urged on by my purring and moaning, he lifted his fingers into my mouth; I sucked, making them sufficiently wet before he clamped them firmly on my nipple and began twisting and pinching, making me moan even louder.After a few moments of this nipple play and dry humping, he whispered in my ear, “Let me take you upstairs.”I didn’t answer, just. I noticed the had a Velcro flap in the back that if removed would leave my ass hanging out of my pants. We went out to dinner she was dressed in a halter dress. The halter was a little small for her DD tits. In fact it looked like they would spill out at any moment. The dress was about knee length but she had cut a triangle shape out of the dress up the front right up the middle of the skirt. She had sewn another piece of material in place of the missing piece that was the same color but.