He stepped into the shower and lathered his firm body with Old Spice shower gel. Afterwards, he toweled off and got dressed for work. He brushed his h...air and headed out the door. “Bye y’all,” he yelled. He started up his vehicle and drove off.The evening at work was steady as always. Wilk ran an efficient, orderly kitchen. Everyone in the front of the house appreciated it even if those working in the back did not always.Servers could always count on the dishes being ready in a timely. Before I could even get my hand on my shorts my head pops in. She is so tight that I can't think. I don't even remember what I was reaching for. She looks into my eyes and says, "If it's ok with you, I want you to feel everything. I have rubbers if you prefer." I am pretty sure my penis has completely taken over thinking for me and I respond only by pushing a bit deeper. She smiles at me and pulls back out, teasing my head even more before sliding it back in. So warm, so wet, so tight. Just. She opened it again a few heartbeats later and stepped out. She inspected Pelle's clothing and even sniffed him before she jerked her chin towards the door."Come in, Collier, and don't you forget to kneel!" she ordered sharply.Resigned, Pelle followed her. The old Baroness was sitting at a window doing some needlework as he could see. He was led to within two steps of her before the maidservant gave him a significant nod. Obediently, Pelle knelt. He kept his mouth shut too, for no commoner was. The Mud Ball, as it became known, came a lot closer; for two of three weeks, the night sky was ablaze with shooting stars, the brighter ones were even seen during the day. What wasn’t reported was the cocktail of viral infections. Somewhere in the mix of malevolent organisms, there had been a benevolent one.Then the plagues started, the Black Death had nothing on some of these. Human life struggled for a couple of years; as one virus was conquered, another would rise to pre-eminence. It was.