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Chapter 11: The Birthday Present

Chapter 11: The Birthday Present

The handsome younger man lifted one eyebrow, but otherwise gave no indication that he was surprised by that announcement.

Placing the brandy on a table, he beckoned with a gesture for them to step forward. Darlene moved first, coming right up to stand before the man while Melinda hesitated. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“Sir, we were kidnapped…” began Darlene. Her carefully prepared speech was cut off by a sharp blow with an open hand to the side of her face. She gasped and almost fell sideways.

“Do not speak unless told to,” he told her evenly. “And you, come here,” he added, looking at Melinda.

With firmly set lips and a frown, she took the half dozen steps over to Darlene. As soon as she was within range, his hand again swung into action, landing a stinging slap to her left breast. She gasped at the unexpected pain, and then glared at him. Harsh words of reproach were eager to jump to her lips, but she managed to hold them back. Still, the look she gave him spoke volumes.

Reggie, actually Reginald James Harcourt, slowly walked around his birthday present, noting with undisguised delight the large, firm breasts and shapely legs so well displayed by the nylons and high heels. And the long blonde hair hanging down in back to cover the top of the single gloves. He also noted that the tiny panties could not hide the fact that these were real blondes.

When he came back around to the front to stand again by his father, he tilted his head a bit to one side and studied the women carefully.

“Thank you. I am sure that the older one is not, but could the younger possibly be a virgin?”

“Ah, yes, your preference for virgin girls. Couldn’t say, haven’t checked.”

Reggie turned to Melinda and asked, “Are you a virgin?”

Again there was that anger on her face for a second, then a slight shake of her head.

“Too bad. Would have been nice,” he commented. “But virgins are so hard to find. Still, I’m sure I’ll have fun with them.”

“You were planning to leave tomorrow, right?” asked his father.

“Yes, I was going to inspect the Belfast factory,” he replied, then smiled and added, “But now I think I’ll change my plans. I think a little holiday at the hunting lodge would be nice.”

Darlene knew that smile; it meant sex was on his mind. Melinda pretty much understood his intent also, and glared hard at him. Nothing came from her mouth, but her thoughts were focused upon the desire to kick him right in the balls. True, she was no virgin, but then again she preferred to choose her bed partners.

Being much less emotional about such things, Darlene offered a weak smile in return to his. She had been true to her husband ever since they married and had no wish to have sex with anyone else. Still, Reggie was a handsome man…

Reggie paused for a moment, staring at the two woman. “You say that they’re mother and daughter?”

“Well, not quite. I checked and that woman is actually the step-mother of the younger one. She married the young one’s father when she was ten years old. But raised her for the last ten years. That’s why there’s not much difference in their ages. Hope this satisfies you.”

“Well, they’re a fine looking pair. Guess step-mother and step-daughter will be good enough. I’ll just pretend the ‘step’ isn’t there.”

“I’ll call Bernard and tell him to prepare the lodge,” Sir Sedgewick said. Being busy businessmen, they did not often have the time to visit the hunting lodge located in the Scottish Highlands midway between Inverness and Aberdeen. Still, they kept a small staff there for those times when they could get away. The out of the way lodge was also a wonderful place to keep girls, especially since the father and son’s little hobby was a well kept secret from Lady Harcourt. The Lady was usually busy with her teas and socials, and spent more time in London than at their home in the New Forest, but the men still did not want to upset the wife and mother.

“Thank you. I’ll take them back down to the dungeon before mother comes in looking for you.”

“Good idea. Well, I’ll go now. Have fun with your present,” Sir Sedgewick said with a wave of his brandy towards the two nearly naked and restrained women.

“Thank you again, father. I shall!”

The older man left them standing before the blazing logs.