A deep seated grona escaped from her lips as he kissed and tormented her felsh.  The dratted man knew how and where to touch her.  When he spoke of going horseback riding she looked out the window, "it is cold and the snow lays thick on the ground dear husband, would the Head Groom allow us out in such weather?" she asked him, once again daring to lay a challenge to his plans.<br/><br/>Where his clever fingure was rubing her throbbing clitoris she felt herself grow wetter, her need rising quickly.  She also knew the damned man knew and he was enjoying this teasing of her.  he really was a cad at times.