Susan giggled and said, “She prefers getting it straight from the source.” And we all laughed again.It was three weeks before I managed to get ano...ther weekend off from work. I’d had to trade my morning shift on Saturday morning with the officer who was supposed to work the midnight shift on Friday night. Of course, that was a trade most officers would jump at. Early shifts on the weekends were highly sought after.The girls showed up at my home at ten a.m. and helped me get the basket of snacks. I was livid, but my opinion was of no consequence. The marriage was to end a century long feud between the two houses. Even Andrew protested the matter, perhaps from a sense of possessiveness rather than that of affection. Besides, if I moved to the Everard estate he'd have to go back to paying the chambermaid.His complaints carried no more weight than mine. As the youngest son, he had little more say in matters than I did. I was to marry Brant Everard and that was that. "Pity that Brand. It should have felt alarming, even frightening, to stride through such a vast place, to witness such immense scale. But instead, I merely felt at peace.That is not to say that we moved with lassitude. For ... ah ... there was another property about the Glimmering Forest that reminded me of a fine outing in a park during the warmth of an eternal summer. It was the curiously frisky energy that filled me and each of my fair companions. I noticed it first on the 11th,, when Virginia had slipped. I looked up at the domineering Madam and pushed inward quickly, shoving my nose into the woman's hairy anus. Crap covered my face as I poked my tongue deep inside her rear hole, and I ate it rapidly, swallowing the brown cream with great eagerness. I was at the point where I didn't feel much of anything anymore, and was was consumed with an insatiable need to satisfy my raunchy cravings.I cleaned her shit stained backside, and ate her deep, well formed asshole voraciously as the Madam looked.