No."Red looked up at Tamara, suddenly deeply concerned."What is it, my love?" I wasn't thinking about that...I was thinking about you on the kitchenco...unter."Red giggled. "That's going to be fun." She quickly stripped out of hersilly-looking nightgown and skipped over to the kitchen counter. Sheleaned over, pressing her upper half against the fine marble and wigglingher butt enticingly."Oh yes." Tamara let out a small laugh. "This is exactly what I needed." I'm just doing my job, Mistress." Red. Guilt. It's your fault. It doesn't matter what you call it, regret, ruefulness, shame at doing things that cousins should never do, it all boils down to guilt, and I feel it deeply. It shakes my soul. You wonder why I feel guilty? Let me tell you. You probably have no idea how it all started, so I'll tell you. Remember that summer we spent together at Grandma Reese's? The summer when the thunderstorms never came and the heat just built, day by day. Grandma would go to work and you were stuck. Both Betty and Heather were sixty-five-years-old, and, on the day of the races, were wearing a one-piece swimsuit. Betty would have preferred to wear a bikini because, she knew, if she had to face any discipline from the teenage lifeguards it would be on her bare bottom but she would be able to keep her bikini bra on. However, she knew how odd it would look if someone her age wore a bikini, particularly with her fleshy tummy and thighs. Therefore, she wore the one-piece swimsuit, and just hoped. The former, of course, knew better as I had confessed to adultery with Derwa already. In any case, I made a point of buggering Guaedret in front of everyone as another demonstration of my dominance over the priory. If I could freely and openly sodomize a youth right before their eyes, there was no question of my ascendancy over them.“You have a rather nice and tight arse, just as a lad of fifteen should have, you little bum boy!” I commented as I rammed the young man in the open.“Thank you,.