He didn’t know whether it was the capsule, the brandy or the cigarette or a combination of all three but the pain dulled to an acceptable level.By n...w night had fallen, dim orange glows of light indicated where the motorway lights were suspended along the road. The journey had deteriorated to stop go movements of a few yards. Robert tried to sleep. He felt tired, but the constant stop starts motion of the car and the pain prevented him.When they had reached the out skirts of London the traffic. I said damn and I smiled saying MOM, she giggled saying oh no you don’t mister, no mom bull shit for me, it’s Monica or slut even, I even sometimes like whore but never ever mom ok?I laughed saying yes Monica and I drew that out and she giggled saying oh you.I fucked her three more times that day and we stopped so I could refill my balls for later tonight when dad got home and he could join in.She even showed me how to titty fuck her and that in itself was a thrill, it’s like a blow job but she. They drifted off to sleep again.The pair awoke to a bright, sunny if cold day. The fire had been restarted, and the room was cozy again. Claude brought breakfast. It was followed by Captain Robert with news.“My Lord, a rider arrived late last night,” he informed them. “Your oldest son has sent a supply train. It started near the end of the storm and should be here in four days or so. Your youngest son, Patrick, is with the train.”“Thank you, Robert. That’s very good news. I was worried about. After she walks out the door, I take a long look at myself in the mirror. Hmmmm, red was the perfect choice for tonight. I smile at myself a few more minutes before I pull my wig off and begin my nightly process of reverting to the good girl. Tuesday nightI check myself in the mirror one more time, fluffing my curls, wiping away a smidge of red lipstick that wandered outside the lines. Perfect. I lay down on the bed on my side, facing the door, scissoring my legs. He will be here any minute..