Countryside lean. Sporting a thick shaggy brown mop of hair with matching brown eyes and an attentive sensible nature. Through connections, he had man...ged to arrange suitable lodgings near to his place of employment and an initial payment for his monthly rent had been agreed with the lady of the house, Mrs. Hoopenlicker. All in all, things had turned out most fortunate as he sat there enjoying his late supper listening to his landlady chatting happily away about all things under the sun.To his. The door to their home slammed open and she jumped, startled out of her reverie. Cassian strode in, glancing at his spouse preparing the noon meal. ‘What are you serving me today, Porcia,’ he sneered. This was one of his more recent games, naming her the animal that her faith declared unclean. ‘A slice from your barren hams? Perhaps some veal with milk? Ah, it doesn’t matter. Tomorrow someone else will serve me, someone better than you! But before I eat you will serve me one last time.’. Carefully avoiding her sensitive clit I pressed my mouth against her pussy hole and began to suck. She knew it was me between her legs but except for an initial hesitation, she'd relaxed her legs and closed her eyes. Releasing her legs, I brought my hands to and then under her ass cheeks, lifting her pussy up until I could reach her pussy hole easily. God, she was wet. Sucking harder brought a small stream of juice into my mouth. Unlike man cum, there was nothing bitter or slimy about her. ” He tried to smile.I didn’t answer. I pushed open the car door and carried my bag with me. Beau walked into the house first. For a moment, I considered leaving. I’d hardly been back for twenty minutes and already it was too stifling, too emotional. Then I heard him call my name, almost so low that I wondered if he meant for me to hear it. I walked into the dark house, took a deep breath, and tried not to get overwhelmed.It was not the same on the inside. Gone were Mama’s trademark eggshell.