I slipped out of my shoes, poured a glass of wine and was settling into the evening news when the phone rang. Sally, my daughter was on the other end....“Hey Dad, what are you up to?” she asked. I relayed my plans to cook up a big steak dinner and open a nice red. “Cool! Can I come round?” she asked enthusiastically. “I have plenty to share,” I said looking forward to some company. Sally was 25 and going places. She had a career in the travel industry and spent almost half the year in some other. “I can do nothing.”A hammering came on the door. A voice, deep and angry. “Open up or we’ll break it in!” It was Edwin. Ruth gasped in pain. “There is ONE thing you can do.” She pulled herself to the bed. “I am old, not blind.”Miriam sighed. She looked back to the Count. She shook him. “I can save you,” she paused, “but some might say it is a fate worse than death.”Gavin smiled weakly. “There is no such thing as a fate WORSE than death.” He croaked.Miriam pursed her ruby red lips, she looked. Regularly I smiled and shook my head all the way home.It wasn't a shock that she took a shine to me, being your classic 'tall, dark and mysterious' kind of guy. My almost black eyes match the wavy black, collar-length hair I inherited from my Italian mother. The mostly leather and black clothing I wore helped foster the image I liked to portray. I was smart enough to give up football before my brains turned to mush and big enough to keep trouble at bay. Being a head taller than most people I. Her beautiful melons were bouncing and her ass was jiggling. It was amazing.I spanked her with Satish’s belt and made her ass red. They both enjoyed it. I even applied oil and gave her a massage.Then later, I took her to the shower and was giving her a bath. I applied soap all over her, massaged her ass, boobies, pussy, and kissed her too.After getting dried, we took a short break. We had a drink and then I pounced on her again. I fucked Aarya for one last time before leaving. This time, I was.