After lunch we went back to the office and tried to do some work, but we were both barely functioning. I was suffering from my excesses of last night and poor Yvonne was faring even worse than I was. I think Mo had kept her up half the night. In the end I decided to call it quits and finish early. I had decided that Yvonne had had enough, and that tonight would be focussed on her. I might tease her a little more but in the end I was determined to send her to sleep with a smile on her face.
There is always the illusion of speed when driving in a car with the top down through the twisty lanes. Occasional glimpses of the countryside stretching out either side but mostly the confining hedges zipping past within touching distance, keeping us centred on the road. I probably broke every motoring law there is as I drove most of the way with one hand on the wheel and the other firmly planted between Yvonne's thighs stroking her warm, moist pussy. I was suddenly brought back to reality when I turned into my drive and stopped the car. The familiar surroundings of the house and the neatly tended garden were interrupted visually by the forlorn figure sat on the step.
"What the f ..." I started to say.
Yvonne opened her eyes at the sound of my voice and looked around.
"What's she doing here?" she asked as she spotted Rose, her voice filled with annoyance.
"Fuck knows," I replied, "I certainly didn't request her."
At the sound of the car door opening Rose finally looked up, a hopeful smile on her face. I ignored her while I unlocked the front door and stood aside to let Yvonne pass me. I looked down into the sad and pleading eyes of Rose.
"You, get inside," I barked at her.
She sprang to her feet and scuttled inside. Once I had closed the door I turned to face her. She stood, hunched over and staring at the floor. She was dressed in her outfit from yesterday, the same peasant blouse and skirt. I walked past her into the living room and sat on the sofa.
"Get in here you two," I shouted.
Yvonne came in trailed by the miserable looking Rose. Yvonne stood in the middle of the room no doubt wondering what was going to happen. Rose for her part chose to loiter by the door looking as if she might want to escape at any moment.
"Yvonne, can you be a dear and fetch me a glass of wine from the kitchen?"
"Of course, Miss," and she spun around and dashed for the door. On her way she managed to barge her way past Rose who stumbled and almost fell. I was certain that it wasn't an accident. While she was out of the room I looked at Rose and then pointed to a spot in the centre of the carpet.
"There!" I told her curtly.
With obvious signs of nervousness, she came and stood where I had pointed. When Yvonne reappeared bearing a bottle and a glass she walked across and put them on the side table. I was intrigued to notice that she then stayed by my side rather than re-join Rose. The dynamic in the room was getting quite interesting. I glanced up at Yvonne and I was sure I could detect a sneer on her face. No doubt she was remembering the indignity of this morning when I had allowed her to be paddled by Rose and was now revelling in this moment of revenge. I picked up my wine and sipped it and concentrated my attention back on Rose. The silence grew heavy as I let the moment linger. Rose might even have been crying but it was impossible to tell as she hid her face behind her hair. She jumped when I finally broke the silence.
"Why are you here, girl?" I almost shouted at her. She flinched but made no reply. "Did I invite you here? Does your mother know where you are?" Still no reply, "answer me, bitch!"
"I-I-I'm sorry, Miss."
I put down my wine and rummaged in my bag for my phone. I stood up and walked over to her and began to dial her mother's number. As it rang I walked behind Rose and tugged at the sleeves of her peasant blouse dragging them down her arms and exposing her breasts. As the phone was answered I grabbed a bundle of her blouse and pulled it back trapping her arms behind her and pushing her tits forward.
"Hello, Ms P, what can I do for you?"
"Ahhh Mrs M do you know where Rose is?"
"She's in her room. Do you want me to get her?"
"I'm sorry Mrs M but your daughter has been lying to you. She's not in her room but standing right here."
There was an audible gasp from the other end. "Just wait till I get that girl home. How dare she!"
"If it's alright with you she can stay here for the night. I'll send her back in the morning and you can deal with her then. I have one or two issues to deal with myself."
"Of course, Ms P, whatever you think best. I'll leave her in your capable hands."
"Ok, Mrs M, I'll take care of her. Bye!"
I clicked the phone off and threw it onto the sofa. I twisted my handful of blouse even tighter and whispered in Rose's ear.
"You lied to your mother, you little bitch. But she doesn't hold a grudge and is letting you stop over. Won't that be nice."
I gave the blouse a final tug before letting go with a curt "get this off" and I walked back to the sofa. Yvonne was now openly grinning from ear to ear and I allowed her to see the smile that I had. I sat down and picked up my glass. Rose was still slowly removing her blouse. Underneath she was wearing the same corset as yesterday which should have allowed her nipples to poke over the top but instead they had been squeezed down and hidden. She dropped the blouse on the carpet beside her and looked down once more.