“Thank you, sir,” he said.Wren gave me a funny look, but didn’t ask questions as I walked her toward the house. The driver waited until we were ...nside before he pulled away. I locked the front door and turned to Wren. She rushed into my arms. I dropped her bag in surprise as she practically climbed my chest and wrapped her legs around my waist. She showered me with kisses, insistent, eager, hungry.I staggered and managed to pin her against the wall. She cupped my face and raised her chin as I. "I'm not thinking." He said, sitting down behind the desk. "The funeral was good to stop thoughts and keep the grief under control. I've just been looking through Elizabeth's things. Just reading things that she wrote keeps her ghost here, just behind my shoulder. You know, there's lots of Andrew's stuff and his wife's scattered about the house. And I suspect I'll be just the same. I'll keep her here with all this ephemera."He tossed a document over to me. "What I really wanted to ask you about. She took me out, and turned to her left and swallowed Greg whole. I put my arm on Cecil’s neck and he put his arm on my waist as he waited his turn. Belle then went to him, smiled at him (and his impressive cock) and started sucking him. She took turns with the three of us for about 7 or 8 minutes before pulling off the cock and saying “I thought I was getting fucked today” as she looked me in the eye. She was being a vixon I thought, and a horny one at that. I laughed and said “oh you. Magda was one of my great successes. I'd bought her as a peasant girl several years ago and put her through the usual 6 months of training. In that time she had shown a particular aptitude in the kitchen so I had started her on a catering course at which she did very well. When I sold her on to a well-trusted Mistress friend part of the deal was that she would continue to allow Magda to train at the college and, true to her word, she did so. So good was she and so sought after for dinner.