I saw a table set for a meal in another part of the room. There was a small table next to David’s chair with different things. A whip. Rope. A dildo.... Clamps. A small bottle. Different other things. I shivered upon looking at this table. “What kind of compensation were you thinking of, Andrew?” David asked. His question made me shiver again. “I want to spank her. I want to make her experience punishment and its pleasure. Teach her. It might be useful for afterwards anyway, she better learn at. The nighty which she wore in yesterday night.. I took it and smelled it ohh the aroma of her body still in there… I smelled in the armpit part.. The bad smell of her sweat intoxicated me… I licked that part and to be frank it was so bad but the lust inside me did all these… I then went to the bathroom where I found her panty….I picked it and smelled that I liked the smell… My dick was in good mood so I opened my jeans and took out my tool…Then I covered it with her panty and started to rubbing. How long would it take for this crowd to forget him? And yet he believed his work would make him immortal, they would remember him...little did he seem to know the crowd would have also gathered eagerly to see his oils burning brightly and he with them...I looked at the stranger again, this time I didn`t have to do anything else. I followed him to an old flat, the kind that makes you think of old money lost somewhere, old maiden aunts with hidden love stories and pale handsome boys that danced. Carol did the cooking and house-cleaning. I chopped wood in the fall and winter, tried to stop the roof from leaking, slaughtered the chickens and the other man-chores around the house. We attended a one-room school that we walked to. We were the oldest in the class since our father was not a farmer. We had never been farther than our local town, Thompsonville, and that only on special occasions or on Sunday.Our cabin was tiny, just three rooms - a main living/dining/kitchen with one wood stove.