The beautiful young widow had quickly grown dependent on the satisfaction she gained from her animal lover's energetic ministrations. Now that he no l...nger came, she felt the loss as sharply as some young romantic teenager over her first affair."Damn," she swore to herself, feeling betrayed. Earlier in the morning she'd promised herself that if Hans didn't show up by noon, she would go and investigate. Sylvia had been tactfully staying away from the Sim's house, not wanting to let the cat out. “Who said I would do that?”“No one. It’s just how life is.”“Do I look like I have a death wish?”“What do you mean?” She was looking up at me then.“The other three would kill me if I even suggested doing that, which I assure you, I would never consider.”“But I’m worth two pinches to you,” she retorted, looking at the ground.“Your worth is more than just a couple of pinches.”She snapped her head to look at me then. “What do you mean? I’m worth more than that?”“I mean that you’re going to be my. "I believe you are an acquaintance of one of my clients, a Mrs. Vera Banks?" Indeed I am," the Major said - his voice notably softer. "I trust Mrs. Banks is well?" No Major Harman, she is not," Henry said bluntly. "Mrs. Banks found her estranged husband dead this afternoon. He has hanged himself in their house." Bloody coward," the Major observed. "How shocking for the poor woman. Is there anything I can do?" Yes there is," Henry said - now certain that directness was the right way of dealing. Again an even louder “YES” came from her open mouth as she tossed her head from side to side. She was arching her back and was starting to pull on her own breast, trying to stimulate herself even further. The tipping point came when I inserted a digit into her rose bud. Feeling the moisture flowing from her vaginal discharge, I scooped up some on my free finger and ran it up to and into her rectum. It went in freely and soon was buried as far as it would go. As I started to pump my hand up.