It was later that morning when the Duke's business associate, Sir Quinten Holloway, stopped in to deliver some papers.
Heather had been walking out the door to go riding, dressed in her new burgundy riding habit, but decided instead to stay in, when she saw Holloway. She felt her pussy cream in anticipation. He was tall and young, with thick black hair and a swarthy complexion. His green eyes had sparkled when he greeted her.
Heather raced upstairs and pulled a gown from her closet. It was a blue silk with a neckline dipped low enough to show a good amount of her young titties.
When the business concluded, Holloway came out of her father's study and shut the door. Then he saw Heather, just outside the salon. She gave him a sunny smile.
"Sir Holloway, care to join me for some tea?"
