There were the kitchens and associated pantries above the north wing, which housed a dining room only a little larger than the main mess hall in the E...bassy. Over the west wing, where the formal reception rooms were, was a small infirmary and more store rooms; above those the junior eunuchs slept. The south wing was mostly taken up with a garage with room enough for three large cars, only one of which was in evidence, but that was a Rolls-Royce. Beside that was stabling for four horses, with. Things were going perfectly. That afternoon as I had the day off, I spent the entire day cooking for my wife. Jewel was a vegetarian and that was one of the reasons I had never taken the time to cook for her. I learned in my classes that I needed to satisfy Jewel in the art of cooking. Apparently enjoying food with one another was one of the key factors of a good relationship, so I took advantage. I chopped away at vegetables and cooked as precisely as I could so that as she came home from a. You: Are you horny?Partner: Yes.We watched each other for a minute or so, just like that.You: Can I see the rest of you?Partner. Yes, but not my face.As she typed this she pushed her laptop back and pulled her pyjama bottoms off. She was wearing black cotton panties underneath. She slipped them off and then pulled up her knees and spread her legs. She was shaved except for a thin strip of hair running up from her clit and as I watched she slid one finger into her mouth and then ran it down to. When it was over, we laid beside one another drifting on the aftermath and giggling between deep breaths. She left; though I don’t remember exactly when, only that it had grown a little bit dark as the moon drifted toward the horizon. I woke that morning, exhausted and sore and cramping as I walked back toward my house. I was late for school, bleary eyed and looked like shit. More than one person looked at me with concern. I just told them I’d had a hell of a night. Most of my classes were.