Uriah opened his mouth in surrender and began to move his mouth up and down his king's shaft.David refused to break eye contact, even as his seed spre...d into the back of Uriah’s throat.“Mmm, return to the palace again.”Over several weeks David had Uriah secreted to the palace. Whispers began to circulate among the priests and Pharisees that the king’s perversion had reached new levels.Uriah arrived as the moon was full, lighting the bedchamber with an ethereal bright glow. The king laid him. She looked to the barn and cleared her throat. "I ... thought this is a ... party," she said not taking her eyes off of the guys." It is, why?" Where are the other girls?" They're coming, don't worry." Who's coming?"I smiled at her question. "We all are." The dumbfounded expression on her face was priceless. She's still oblivious about why I brought her here. "Come on, let's go meet the guys," I said opening my door. She was still sitting as I walked around to open her door.The guys were loud. "She gave a shriek of delight, and threw her arms around my neck before kissing me – her new found decorous behaviour meant it was my cheek rather than my mouth which received her warm lips."Who is Uncle Tom Cobleigh? Is he an artist, a poet, or an author?" You can ask Patrick when next you see him." I said, and went into my study.My second surprise was the letter sitting on a silver salver in the study. I broke the seal and saw it was from Patrick Jane. In the letter he first apologised he. That all done, today when Edward told me he was taking the afternoon off to show me something I was so excited. He arrived about one o’clock for me. We went for a nice, leisurely lunch, and then shit hit the fan.I behaved so badly and deserved all that resulted from it.It started well. Edward told me that he had found a house for us and wanted me to see. What he hadn’t mentioned was he had already bought it and had furniture delivered.He drove us to the house, which from outside was very.