My attention returned to her pussy. I parted the lips and began to lick her crevice with my tongue. The aroma really excited me. It smelled somewhat f...shy, sorta like tuna. I began to eat her dead pussy with a fervor. It wasnt long until I felt it was lubricated enough to try a finger. My finger entered easily and I slowly slid it all the way in and then began to pump it in and out. My big dick was getting longer and harder and more excited every minute. I crawled between Pams legs and lowered. ‘Yes, Father.’ The amusement in his black eyes was self-indulgent as he held his hand out for me to kiss his ring. I did as expected and he left the room, taking with him the thickness of his aura. A few moments after the door clicked shut behind him, it was suddenly easier to breathe. Cromwell cleared his throat lightly and turned to me. ‘Ah, Lady Tepes, if you would like, I can assign you a guide. Someone who has all the same classes as you?’ I dipped my head a fraction. ‘Yes. That would be. We had met each other awhile back, and we seemed to hit it off right away. We had gotten together a few times over the last month for dinner, or coffee, but it never went further. During our last conversation she told me how much she loves boats and being near the water. ''What a coincidence,'' I said. ''I have a boat.'' ''I would love to see it sometime." ''What are you doing this weekend,'' I asked. ''Going boating with you of course,'' she replied with a large smile. We chatted for a couple. When we awoke it was time to talk about revenge.“Your Aunt spent considerable time meeting with a therapist during the last five years.” Joan seemed to know an awful lot about Deirdre’s private affairs. Before I could interrupt and ask why, she answered the question. “According to notes our agents were able to read, Deirdre was suffering from severe depression that was diagnosed as caused, or aided by a bipolar condition. Her depression was being treated with mediations that were described as,.