It doesn’t matter what kind of a mess she makes, I can tidy everything up afterwards, he thought, and if I’m lucky it will need to be done tomorr...w because we will be otherwise engaged tonight.The meal was nothing fancy, but a very adequate Lancashire Hotpot which they ate at about seven, though it did help that there was some lamb stock in the freezer to use as a basis. Some ‘pleasant plonk’ as David described it washed it down.After the mean they sat in the sitting room cuddling and gently. "She was watching me in the mirror and said "I have been on my feet allday long. Even you wouldn't like the way it smells right now."I laughed and said "Is that a challenge?" I slid one finger between herlips and then brought my hand up to my face. We were looking in themirror at each other and I took a deep breath. My hand smelled strong ofher. I could smell pee and sweat and pussy and... other surprises. Ilicked my finger and said "Smells fine to me. Let me at it and I willhave you clean in. He tried to think of some reason he could enter the house but he was the gardener. He stayed outside the hall day and night after his duties were completed, hoping to catch a glimpse of her and find out why she had not returned to him. Every day he grew sadder and more despondent. He became lax in his duties, he knew, but all he could think about was Avalon. Every time he turned around, he hoped to see her. Every time he breathed, he hoped to smell her scent. Every time he looked into the sky,. I spanked him a few times while he watched in the mirror, and he saw his redness increase.Back in the living room, I stroked him and spanked him a bit more, then introduced him to a small cat o'nine tails. After he accepted a few strokes on his ass, I made him lie on the couch with his legs spread and his ass jutting. I twirled the cat, lashing his cheeks, and then swung the cat between his legs, lightly whipping his cock and balls. Alternately, I reached between his legs and stroked. We both.