Father can wait. The maid will be mine.
From Create Your Own Story
You watch the little blonde nervously fidget with the bath, and your eyes settle on the rhythmic churning of her bottom as she swishes the water around in the tub.
"I would like you to undress," you tell her, even as your begin to unfasten your own belt and trousers.
"Sir?" She asks. You repeat yourself. "No, please my Lord," she says quietly, bowing low. "I retain my maidenhead for whatever husband I might find when I am of marrying age."
"How old are you?" You ask, letting your pants drop to the floor. You step out of them and begin unfastening the straps of your riding shirt.
"Only fourteen, sir," she says meekly. "I have been with no man in any way."
