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    As they rounded a bend on an isolated stretch of road, Casswell spotted two rough-looking lads hitchhiking towards town. As he passed them he slowed the car. The youths – perhaps in their late teens or early twenties – looked up as Casswell’s Bentley purred past, and then began to hurry toward him as he applied the brakes and eased the car into reverse.
    ‘Lift your skirt a little higher, my dear,’ he said, laying his arm across the back of her seat and looking over his shoulder to manoeuvre the car back up the lane.
    Sarah looked at him in astonishment, and was about to say something when she caught the look on his face.
    ‘Now,’ he said more firmly. Momentarily he saw another flash of rebellion in her eyes, and then the same hunger he’d seen earlier. It was a heady combination; her spirit delighted him. As they glided back towards the running youths, she did as he said, sliding the skirt up her stockinged thighs until it barely covered her sex. Casswell smiled thinly. ‘Good, now take off your jacket too. After all, we are expecting company.’
    Sarah stared at him, and then back at the boys. ‘What – what do expect from me? I won’t—’
    Casswell’s expression hardened, his amusement at her behaviour and her insolence rapidly wearing thin. ‘You will learn to obey me, Sarah,’ he cut her off. ‘One way or the other, you will learn. The punishment you received this morning was nothing compared to what can happen.’
    The car stopped silently and one of the rough young men bobbed down to glance in the passenger window. Sarah’s jacket, though not yet removed, was undone far enough to reveal the ripe curve of her breasts beneath the thin cotton shirt. The youth drank in the tableau and grinned salaciously before wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
    Casswell lowered the electric window. ‘An interesting view, wouldn’t you say?’
    The hiker laughed nervously, clearly not quite sure if Casswell meant what he thought. ‘Going anywhere near Castlemead, are you?’ He spoke with a strong country accent, and despite addressing the urbane driver, his eyes hungrily roamed over Sarah’s long legs, the sheer black silk stockings, the suspenders, and the promise of what lay beyond the raised hem of her neatly tailored skirt.
    Casswell raised his hands in apology. ‘Sadly, Castlemead isn’t on our way. But perhaps we might be able to come to some sort of mutually beneficial arrangement?’
    Now joined by his companion, the leering youth continued to stare into the car while waiting to hear what Casswell might have to offer. Sarah blushed furiously.
    Casswell smiled at her discomfort. He could see a hint perspiration dampening her brow and fringe, while the male youths’ lust was as raw and undisguised as if they were in rut. He nodded toward Sarah. ‘My young friend here is new to this area. Perhaps you boys might like to take her for a little walk and show her some of the sights? I’m sure she would like to take in a little local colour.’
    The more brazen of the two was a thickset lout with stubble on his chin. He grinned cautiously at Casswell’s suggestion, and then pulled up his sleeves as if to bring a certain business-like quality to the proceedings. His forearms were a mass of swirling multi-coloured tattoos that promised everything from constant fidelity to sudden death.
    ‘And why would we want to do that?’ he asked carefully.
    ‘Why not?’
    The youth visibly relaxed a little, and Casswell knew the simplicity of his answer had done the trick.
    ‘Yeah… why not,’ he grinned widely and licked his lips with a fat tongue. ‘After all, it’s a nice day for a walk. Maybe you might like to come along and keep her company – you know, keep an eye on us? You know… watch…?’ he said, imbuing the words with all the erotic possibilities he could muster. ‘Is that what you’re into?’ His gaze flitted from Sarah’s thighs to Casswell, and quickly back again.
    Casswell