With determination and familiarity, Jane rounded the foyer and immediately began to descend the massive staircase. The century- old floorboards groane... and squeaked with the beat of her footsteps. Using only her left hand, the thirty-two-year-old woman guided herself to the basement. It smelled of dust, dingy water, and age.The door handle was there a foot before her and opened up to her touch effortlessly. A flickering light bathed her in a reddish glow. As quietly as the woman could, she. He wide opened the outer lips of her crotch with his left hand. He then applied the lubricant to her vulva smoothly. She felt embarrassed and looked the other side. He then draw lines connecting her clitoris and vagina. She was feeling hot but she acted like nothing is happening. The doctor opened the inner lips of her crotch and pointed out her vagina and pee hole. Then he started drawing circles in the mouth of her pee hole. She felt urge to pee but she hold. At one point he applied some. Mike started furiously jerking on his erection until he finally realized he was back in control of himself, but only momentarily. Mara made Mike smack her other butt cheek to redden the skin and make it match the first spanking. She smiled as if seeing this through his eyes brought her the greatest pleasure. Why did Mike wanted to bring her pleasure? Hobbling himself up on his knees he pulled the rabbit out of her hand and stroked her lips to get his fingers lubricated. Using those two fingers. A brass plate with engraved lettering announcing that this was Lark Hill Cottage was screwed into a Purbeck granite block, the material used in building the cottage. It was old; the concrete lintel above the door had the date 1825 cast into it. The cottage had been built for the manager who ran the estate for Sir Wilbur’s ancestors when the estate had been much larger. Taxes and death duties had necessitated selling off some of the land to pay them.The door was unlocked as he knew it would be.