"DIDN'T I TELL YOUTO TAKE THE PIG BITCH OUT TO DO HER BUSINESS?!" Victoria! I..." WHAT THE *FUCK* DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!"This last outburst rattled th... glass wall that Robert had now stumbledback against, his little bubble ass flattening against its cold surface.Victoria, who already towered over him, seemed to loom even larger. Themidday light seemed to dim all around them. The distant chatter in thekitchen of Karen on her phone had stopped. The clanking of weights fromthe nearby exercise. A dozen different sources of stench filled the air, rising out of the bowels of the maze. Decaying corpses, molding cloth, spoiled food, the rank stench of an unwashed beast, old blood, damp stone, and the fester of standing water. Various oscillations hummed through the floor, some remote, some close, the sound of stone grinding on stone, the moving of metal mechanisms, and the regular click of gears twisting, turning.The maze was being rearranged around us. A giant clock ticked away. And the. Then I sprinkled chopped up cooked-bacon and pieces of pineapple, over you. Followed by a bit of melted cheese. Like the sauce, it was just right.Then, straddling you, I started in the center of that well built chest of yours, and licked and nibbled my way to your right nipple, which I suckled on until you gasped and begged me to please get on with things.I, of course, took my time on the left nipple, and I think you might have gladly strangled me had I not had you tied up so nicely. And when I. Here’s someone that needs a break.’ I decided to give her a shot. The loss of Sarah’s father struck a chord with me, having lost my wife three years ago to a car accident. I still missed her, badly sometimes. We weren’t a perfect couple, nor was she a perfect wife, but we did love each other, in our own fashion. High Ridge Farm had been Meghan’s, passed down through her family. She was raised in this world, privileged, old money families who chose to spend their leisure time and money on.