He nuzzled and suckled the slight crease where her perfectly round bottom became her thigh. He kissed up her cheek, all over the soft, warm skin. He r...ached the back of the thong and caught the elastic with his teeth, pulling it gently again and again, working it between her cheeks. Her throaty moan was his reward.His lips journeyed to her other cheek, all over. His finger lifted the clipped garter to not miss a spot. Slowly, he moved closer to her crease, the heaven point at the crux of cheeks. Oh, you fucker, I know this house better than any burglar would, and I know where the staff stays when you don't need them. You're mine. When I entered the den with my pistol ready, I wasn't surprised that no one was there. Not exactly no one. Richard was there, alone.Richard looked just like he always did, except that he was in shirtsleeves. By the time he saw me it was too late to do anything but sit in his chair and focus on the gun. But he never looked panicked, merely focused."I enjoyed. She just sat their waiting for him to go. Her main worry was how to get home. How could she walk home with the stain of saliva on her t-shirt. How could she walk home with the dirt on the ground having soiled her jeans? What would people think?She was disgusted that she was wet, and that she orgasmed while she was being fingered. Sitting on the ground, she was very wet, and realised that she had urinated. The warmth of the urine gave her some comfort, in some weird primitive sense. It. Once everything was in, Ginny asked with a knowing look, ‘fancy a ride then?’Of course I did, I was almost ready to take her there and then, but knew that wasn’t the question I was asked, nor was I certain that it was the intended question.‘Sorry, need to rebuild this bar,’ I managed to answer.‘Another time then,’ she said laughing.About fifteen minutes later Jane came into the room. ‘Oh! It is you. I wondered what all the noise was about.’‘Sorry, tried to keep it quiet.’‘Nonsense, there is.