Chapter 11 Woman With Skills

The fear and panic were evident on Emma’s face, Henry leaned back at his place and watched her suffering in contentment.

A woman like her deserved to be served like this, only.

To add to her sufferings, he added, “Sir Thomas, kindly don’t leave any hickeys on her body because tomorrow her husband would return and he might mind those marks.”

Henry spoke calmly with an evil and cold smile plastered on his face.

The old man jumped from his place, his limbs removed from Emma's frightened body for a second, and then after a moment, he grinned with his yellow teeth.

“She’s married, that would be more fun, then.” He slapped Emma’s thigh and she whimpered in pain.

The old man’s hand then started to slip under her dress, his rough fingers were brushing her soft skin and soon he reached near to her s*x, his fingers started to stroke her while Emma tried her best to adjust her dress so were her emotions.

Finally, bracing herself, she held the old man’s hand and pulled it out from under her dress