When Erik at last caught Christine's eye, he noticed the look of peaceful bliss in her eyes was gone and in its place, she wore the look of a wild ani...al caught in a trap."No! This simply will not do! I will not have her remember this night with anything other than bliss. I am her husband and she is my wife. We must take care to one another. She is a solitary being, perhaps if..."His mind raced for a moment and his brow furrowed in thought then lifted as a plan took shape."Of course, all I have. In the winter we go out with the Quorn, and my father has been joint master of foxhounds for most of my life. We used to have the kennels here, which meant a score of lovely, lollopy puppies for us children to play with. Then the kennels were moved to Mountsorrel and now, at the other end of the spectrum, we have favourite old foxhounds with names like Bellman and Toddy to live out their declining years on our hearthrug. My father has always been a country landowner, taking his seat in the. He turned around and looking at her for a few moments said, "Sure," and gave her room and in she went. Her breasts were breathtaking and her tuff was terrific. He could see her ridges below the tuff. They flared out and disappeared down under. She quietly took in a big breath and let it out in a very controlled manner when she saw his dick. It was about half up and climbing. She looked up into his eyes and he was smiling so she did too. She turned and bent over and got her soap and scrub pad.. It was over. I was out of a job. It was over. I got myself up off the floor and took a habitual sip out of my thermos, tasting my black morning coffee that I wouldn't now be drinking on my way into work. I looked at my bag beside the door and the white robe folded up inside of it, the lube I knew was at the bottom.Then I went into the cabinet, unscrewed the top of my thermos, and poured a healthy dose of Jack and Kahlua in with the coffee. I drank. It tasted awful, but strong.I was halfway.