His cajoling voice seemed to give some small reassurance to Eleanor and her highly tensed body relaxed slightly, as if someone had slackened off the guy ropes of a tent.
Barclay-Milnes noticed and nodded to himself. He placed the back of his hand against Eleanor’s throat and then slowly ran his hand down her body, lightly running the knuckles of his fingers over the swell of her breasts.
She tried to squirm away, but he held her fast to him by her arm.
‘No, no, no,’ she protested. ‘Not to do that. Not to do that. It’s not right. What will me mam say?’
‘She won't say anything because you won't tell her, will you?’ He cupped her breast more fully now, the bulge of his erection straining hard against his breeches as he pushed himself against her thigh. He was breathing heavily now, his br
