Miriam wore a white dress with pink embroidery

Rebecca inevitably and quite literally had me in the palm of her hand. Her merciless grip prevented me from finally releasing and at the same time drove me into an ecstasy I had never felt before.

"Go on, grab’m. Harder!" she screamed.

I dug my fingernails into her breasts. I suspected that it had to be extremely painful, but I didn't let go until she reared up and let out high-pitched screams. Then she finally released her hand that was holding me back and let herself sink down onto my lap. Freed, I let myself go and exploded in a huge ejaculation. Exhausted, she stayed on top of me and we clutched each other, comfortably tired and satisfied.

I must have dozed off and was startled when she pushed herself up.

"Well, Mr. Webster," she grinned flippantly at me, "I think you'd better go to your room. We don't want the servants to find us like this tomorrow, do we?"

She rolled to one side and I got out of the bed. I dressed myself in makeshift clothes and said goodbye with a kiss, which I threw at her through the air.

The sun was already shining through the window when I managed to get up. I put on breeches, a colored shirt and a vest. The smell of coffee led me into the kitchen. A fat black cook greeted me with a smile and showed me to a seat at the table. As she placed a plate of eggs, ham and white bread in front of me, I inquired about the lady of the house.

"Miss Carlyle has been up for two hours, sir. She's out by the stables."

Blasted! It made me look unprofessional if I turned up later than the seller. And besides, she now had the opportunity to hide animals that were less valuable, so it would be harder for me to find reasons to beat down the price. I quickly ate my breakfast and hurried to follow Rebecca. I was surprised to discover her on the terrace, looking out over the fields. Her long blonde hair hung loosely down her back and she was wearing a loose white dress with pink embroidery. Hardly the right outfit for a ride to the horse pastures.

I had thought she was more cunning. She had negligently missed the chance to pull a fast one on me during the price negotiations. I breathed a sigh of relief, not letting her see how happy I was to be able to reap my expected profits.

"Good morning, Rebecca. Did you forget we were going for a ride?"

She turned around and I realized my mistake. This woman was not yet twenty years old. I immediately recognized that she was Rebecca's daughter from her facial features and posture.

"Good morning," her voice sounded amused, "you must be looking for my mother. My name is Miriam."

She shook my hand.

"Pleased to meet you, my name is Alexander Webster," I put on my best manners in an attempt to salvage the situation, "excuse my oversight. You look a lot like your mother."

"You're welcome. You'll find my mother over there. She asked me to let you know she was waiting."

"Thank you. I'll be quick. Perhaps we can have a longer chat later?"

"Certainly. I'll see you at lunch at the latest."