Who: Henry Stuart<br/>Where: Henshaw grounds – The Lake<br/>With: Lady Greymore<br/>When: day 1, before dinner<br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/26/Henry_Stuart.jpg)<br/><br/>“Oh one does not need a title to be a lady, you would always be a lady to me.” Hank replied as he moved in behind Vivienne and slapped her ass. “That's for the smoking.” He slapped her again. “That's for tormenting me so..” And a third time. “That's just because.” He laughed as he moved her legs apart a little more, then retook his place with in Vivienne's depths.<br/><br/>“Do like how we have found each other?” His voice was course as he picked up his pace almost instantly, the new angle exciting him in ways that he hadn't even expected as he leaned over Vivienne's back, grabbing her hair as he pulled her head up, leaning into her ear. “Are you my naughty little whore?” He bit at her neck, then her shoulder as he dropped her hair, grabbing her breast as he played with it. “Do I fuck you better than he?..do I my little french whore?” This was a side of Hank even he hadn't expected, he wasn't sure how it would be received at all.