“Thank you gentlemen,” he said, raising his glass, “keep her looking the wrong way for me, please?”“Mackenzie, not Frobisher,” he mused fo... a moment, before dismissing the thought.Eamon came to and began to rouse himself, with some huge yawns. He discovered another cold mug of tea by his bedside; and of his wife, no sign. Looking out of their bedroom window he saw her marching toward the greenhouse.“Don’t make the same mistake, Eamon old boy,” he said.“Good morning darling,” he called, as he. She had called the bitch out, bringing righteous fury when it was called for. “I made him do something else, something very naughty. After my pleasure came his humiliation when I gave him a better rubber and let him get to his jollies. That was no good for me but did not last too long ... it was long enough to get him addicted to the feel of my very naughty pussy muscles. He will want more of me. I gave a good performance, so he wants more of the naughty, forbidden candy, and he will crawl to. .. um, shoulders. The friars of the abbey milk the cows for the benefit of us all, in this holy community. We of this Order have a similar, but private milking to take care of. Now, follow me."The elder woman led the fresh faced maid down some steps and through an underground cellar shared between the nunnery and the neighboring abbey. She continued her lecture, "We don't actually have technical ownership, if it can be called that, it, he, it, is ours to ... eh, enjoy – I would say. I do find. I mean, don't get mewrong, I'm having sex okay, but I really don't think that'sthe cause of my back pain."Of course, all kinds of alarm-bells were going off in myhead at this. Sex with other men? After only one year ofmarriage? Not allowing her husband to have penetrative sexwith her? It all seemed so incongruous, and out-of-stepwith her demeanour. She'd mentioned all this, seemingly inpassing as if such things weren't unusual. She must havenoticed my surprise."You look shocked." Maybe I've.