Sort of. But in his dream it had been his wife. If she was still here this never would have happened. She had failed him again and she’d been gone m...re than fourteen years when she did it!But Cindy wasn’t gone. She hadn’t screamed and run away. If anything she had accepted what happened with astonishing aplomb. He thought it was ironic that his daughter was more loyal to him than his wife had been.He threw the covers off and sat up. That was when he found the note she’d left him. It said: “I. Harriet, meanwhile had returned to her cottage in Devon and terminally quarrelled with Bill to her great relief. Bernie had been right, a boy was no substitute for a real man. She still had her ambition to be a manual worker but soon discovered that it is not easy to be a woman in a very macho man's world and even less easy for the posh-accented daughter of an aristocrat.She was beginning to slip back into her old hedonistic routine when in early February the phone rang and Gwen was on the. "What?" Dan firmly smack her gorgeous arse. Nice and firm. She looks back unsure. I smack her again. Again. "PULL YOUR PANTS DOWN. NOW. " I command. She obeys. No knickers on. Dirty girl. "I like the feeling of the saddle against my pussy" she answers my thoughts. Dan unzips his pants and pulls out his firm cock and rubs the swollen head against her young slit. "You love cock! Well this is a big cock." "Uh ,.. Oh … god … yes." Dan pushes the head, parting her moist lips, and ease the full. I was knowledgeable, supportive, and discrete.So Otho never fell in love with me. But I think that his respect for mewas greater than even Sabinus.Unfortunately, Otho went the same way as my second husband, and as mostof the Caesars before Nero - he died at the hands of his successor, oneVitellius. And this is where my luck would appear to have run out.Vitellius was a pig of a man. He was large and fat, his only physicalactivity being eating. He had several banquets each day, oftenfeaturing.