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now?’
    â€˜Five years, sir,’ he answered.
    â€˜Five years, is it really? Anyway, Jeffery is one of our rising stars, Georgie, you mark my words. I’ll be keeping my eye on this one. He’ll be after my job before long.’
    Jeffery blushed and mumbled his thanks, embarrassment clear on his face. ‘Many happy returns,’ he finally managed, gently shaking Georgie’s hand.
    He seemed so timid that she found it hard to imagine him standing up in court and arguing his case in front of judge and jury.
    Georgie managed to keep up her end of small talk through most of dinner. She had a sneaking suspicion that this was her father’s not so subtle way of setting her up with a nice young man of marriage material. The prospect bored her thoroughly, but she was her mother’s daughter so smiled politely and silently fantasised of being alone with Bunnie later.
    She looked over at her friend, who was totally oblivious that the man next to her was bright red in the face as he agreed with every word she was saying about the mysteries of ley lines, whilst trying desperately to look down her top.
    By the time they had finished their main course she’d learned about Jeffery’s family, both parents still alive, two brothers, his university, law degree and Masters, and his pet, a dog called Jasper. Their current discussion was just turning towards the last books they had read when she felt a movement under the table.
    The hem of her dress was being pulled up and a warm hand began stroking the inside of her thigh. She snapped her head round to look at Jeffery, still waffling on about some historical novel to Mrs Williams, on his other side, who had also joined in the conversation. Georgie looked at the guests around her; everyone was engrossed in their own conversations and no one was paying her any attention. They were all unaware of the phantom hand stroking higher along her thigh, the fingers gently brushing the tight material of her panties.
    Maybe she had underestimated Jeffery. He showed no sign on his face as his hand wandered further, still talking casually, not even looking at her. Georgie flushed and turned round trying to look interested in her parents’ conversation with one of their friends about planned restorations due to start at the Manor.
    Jeffery’s fingers were purposefully rubbing up and down the crotch of her panties, pushing against the material which was starting to dampen under his touch. Georgie tried to keep a straight face and not indicate the dilemma she was currently in. Her juices were pooling in the silk fabric and she wished the fingers would push harder and rub her tingling clit. But if he carried on the way he was she was going to come, and there was no way she would be able to hide that while sitting at dinner, surrounded by her parents and their most influential friends.
    She couldn’t bring herself to look at Jeffery. It was taking all of her concentration trying not to squirm and push against his probing fingers. The effort of just sitting still was enormous. She had to stop herself crying out as one of the fingers found its way under the material and dipped into her warm valley. The rough flesh of the invading digit clumsily flicked over the sensitive nub of her clit. The tiniest touch was too much for Georgie. She jumped up from the table, pushing her skirt down, excusing herself.
    She left the dining room almost at a run and flung herself through the first door she came to. The library was empty, as she knew it would be, and leaning against the heavy oak door she hitched up the front of her dress and thrust her hand into her damp knickers, rubbing herself furiously, and she’d been so close to a climax that it only took a few seconds to finish herself off. Panting, she released the hem of her dress and let it fall back down.
    There was a knock on the door which startled her, the handle turning slowly. Somebody was trying to get in. She cast