I wondered if maybe the incident had gotten to me more than anybody, myself included, had suspected. I embarrassed to say that after a particularly fr...ightening nightmare, I was unable to contain some tears of fear. I wished that somebody, Mrs. Taylor, Tom, anybody, had been there. I felt alone and scared.I hated those feelings. I thought if that was what my once proud self had been reduced to. A fearful child who was afraid of the night. I could only hope that maybe as time progressed the fear. I had fallen asleep and she startled me awake."I'm so sorry," she said."It's okay," I muttered. For a moment our eyes locked on one another and something about her grabbed my attention. I had been living with over a dozen beautiful women, so beauty or even sexual appeal wasn't it. At least I didn't think so. However, my body's responses tried to convince me otherwise.She stood back up and part of me wished she hadn't. The look on her face told me she felt the same. I knew my Charm was in check,. .I went back to the cottage because she said it would be alright" For what?"Demanded the priest.Now his face was scarlet."For pleasure. For my pleasure..it happens.."He tried to forward the story but blurted out: "This woman, the real Lady De Blood, set the dogs on me..it was all a misunderstanding.."Lady De Blood had already mapped out her route to freedom."Can you not see that I am telling the truth? Clearly Mr Swift placed the books in the cottage, no doubt he summoned the devil to seduce my. She raised one knee slightly changing her position while he was still buried deep inside her. Her exposed pussy was facing me, and I could clearly see his cock sliding in and out of her, her juices dripping and coating his tightly packed balls. “Eat my pussy” she said. I searched her face and realized she wanted me to eat her while he fucked her. My face being next to another man’s pulsating cock and I didn’t give it a second thought. I lay on my side next to them and lifted my head to her.