He never did anything overt. So, I couldn’t call him out without looking like a paranoid weenie. Most of the time I just heard mocking comments from... him and his pack of ass-kissers. I ignored them. Because, my only goal was to get out of that town.My folks wallowed in routine. My dad worked in a dairy. He was a manager, not a milkman. He loved his job and he wanted every minute of every day to be just like the one before it. My mother was a creature of habit too. She did things exactly the same. He died not long after, his heart broken by my crime.In my lust for vengeance on Duke Gallchobhar, I didn’t even considered that we would get caught. I didn’t think there would be a warning. Not after twenty years. But Queen Sidhe maintained her vigil. Duke Gallchobhar was dead, but that didn’t bring my father back to life. It didn’t restore our lands to us. It didn’t end my banishment.It just lead to my death. I was alive. I was even happy for those brief hours with Sven. Maybe we did some. I released her arm and instead gripped her just above her waist, with my leg still over hers. I spanked her again, on the left buttock - oh what an erotic sound!Her cries also were having an effect: my cock, already stiffening when I first got in, was now completely erect. As she squirmed and wriggled, so she made it worse. Bliss!At the next two slaps to those juicy tight buttocks the individual cries became proper tears, sobs even, and I let my impulse have full rein to spank her thrusting. My colleagues couldn’t hear anything on our call, but I looked out the window multiple times and didn’t see anyone doing landscaping work or electrical poles near us. After a while, it either faded or I stopped noticing it.I was so deep in my work that I again didn’t hear Sarah come home. She kissed me on the neck, then moved my desk chair out so she could sit on my lap. She lifted her skirt as she sat down and pulled her panties aside.“I need you inside me, I’ve been going crazy all day,” she.