They met as they always had near the end of the day in his office to recap the week’s events, and plan the following week.“How’s your housekeepe... doing?” she asked. “Protecting you from nighttime feeds?”It brought him up short, though he did not show it.“She’s very good,” he said. “I’ve had a good week.”Later her comment set him thinking. Celia had never been good at getting up in the morning in all their six years, but that week she had been ready for him every day. She had seen to Bethan and. I was impressed.She told me to wash up giggling as she did. I smiled back at her and washed my hands then sat down. She served us both then sat across from me and said grace. I complimented her house cleaning telling her I'd meant to do it but hadn't had a chance. She smiled and said she enjoyed doing it for me, it was the least she could do to repay me.We finished up supper, and we both washed the dishes. I fed the dogs, then Becky and I walked outside to let the dogs go do their thing. The. ‘No,’ she said, backing away further. ‘Not tonight. You did enough last night.’ Steve’s face lit up with a cunning, feral light. ‘You don’t get to say no to me, Christie.’ The handcuffs jerked as he gripped them tighter in anticipation. His cock was already half hard. He sprang. Christie ducked low to her right, towards the door. Steve tackled her around the waist, bringing them both to the floor. That quickly he had a full erection. She could feel it through his silk boxers, pressing against. There was still a little light left as he swam beneath the quay from post to post, then clambered cautiously up to the decking when he reached the small boat. He squatted for a couple of minutes listening intently before boarding it, confident no-one was aboard the small vessel, he scuttled onto it. There was no way he could sail the boat himself; he had not a clue as to how, it was alien to him. He dodged about the small open cabin in a state of near panic; there must be somewhere he could.