My driver Walter opened the door and I got out of the car and headed off across the damp, morning dew covered grass. As I came up over the rise, I saw...somebody sitting on the bench. My heart leapt and I was truly bewildered by the happiness I felt inside. As I thought about it, I realized I was happier than I had been in the past 2 years. As I approached the bench, she stood and looked up. "Good morning," her voice was sweet and musical. "If you wish, I will leave."I quickly replied, "No,. The volume of baby poop would be overwhelming.Sanity? Conscience? Human feelings? Whatever, I felt the rush of adrenaline recede, like a tide, for the moment rushing out, and reason reappear like the sand of the beach as the water flows away. I took a deep breath and another. Migod.Diablo was watching me still. I saw a flicker in his eyes, a tiny, red flicker like the ember of a fire ready to burst into flame. Mary was watching me intently as she did in times like these.“Need a drink?” she. They had had a glass of wine each as they unwound from their separate, busy days. Friday evenings were their close time, their period of togetherness, reserved exclusively for each other. She had looked at her Mistress as she sipped the wine. The gun metal full skirt that spread around her thighs on the seat. The pale blue silk blouse, open slightly more than it would have been when she was at work. The barely black stockings that she knew were held up with suspenders and above them the thin. She had grabbed onto this metal pole and had her face pressed up against the fence sideways with her mouth open in an “O”. She was just so fucking pretty like that in the moonlight that I descended my mouth upon hers for a deep french kiss her while still fucking her at the same time. I increased my stroke rhythm and depth until I was literally pounding out her little asshole and her face was going up and down on the fence. She kept saying “ungh, ungh, ungh” to the rhythm of my pounding.