Wilson to call everyone to thestaff kitchen, which had become the de facto conference room, ever since shestarted helping with the housekeeping duties...After hearing the announcement that Ms. Rockwell had accepted the position,the staff seemed pleased, but Mrs. Belfridge asked about the vacantpositions. Candice didn't have an answer, but she had to say something."I'm not sure exactly when Ms. Rockwell will start interviewing, but Iintend to leave that to her. She might want to get settled in and. . I was really happy when Tim was around, it felt much more easier... That night John came to me. I somehow knew it would happen again, and yes, I was hoping for him to come. I knew what the sex-urge was, how hard it was resisting it, how easy it was to give in. If I needed it so bad, then how much more did my son need it? I knew from experience what the sex-drive meant for a youngster... I knew that by letting him take a bite from the forbidden apple, he would want it all, and he would come. All this reasoning didn't help me feel better.A week passed. The pain was bearable. Most of the time, I stayed home. When the weather allowed, I was going out in the garden. Since I couldn't drive, my neighbors were so kind to do the shopping for me. Some of my colleagues came to see me. It was disturbing. They were asking too many questions. Moreover, they were gaping at the cast as if I was some kind of freak. One of them even said that I must not stay alone, and that he would like to attend. “Thank you, Contessa.”She ran her fingers lightly across my chest. My nipples noticed. So did the rest of me when her hand drifted down to find me almost at full mast. I’ve never felt fingers on my cock that I didn’t like, but I had plans and they didn’t include sex with her. Yet. I glanced over my shoulder to see Kitchen Girl watching us as she slowly stroked the vicar’s erection.By now it was almost dark. Singers and dancers continued to circle the bonfire. They had begun to slow a little.