She did, however, endeavour to embarrass himwhenever possible; she loved to see him blush and squirm. Watching hisdiscomfort gave her great enjoyment....His devotion to her was nowunquestioned: he worshiped her. He moved into the big house, giving uphis little cottage, the only home he had ever known, and was installedin a room, that in grander days, had been the servants' quarters. Hededicated himself to serving her in any way he could. When she awoke inthe morning he'd be waiting with her. Maybel did a bang up job on supper, even coming up with some mashed potatoes and gravy, so I was stuffed and happy, and I was also ready for everyone else to decide it was bedtime. Finally they did.I went to the master bedroom of course, then shook the dew off my lily in the bathroom and dispensed with my clothes, except for a pair of boxers. I lay down for about half an hour and then went to find my playmates.I met Mary as she was slipping out of the guest room we'd put her in and she and I. Thick wetness poured out of her pussy and formed a puddle on the soft sheets under her bare ass. I circled the palm of my hand around and around hard against her swollen clit. With my other hand I simultaneously, yet lovingly, tugged at her long hair. Smiling, I reached for her wrists and held them down against the bed crisscrossed over her head. Lips descended upon her suffering yet longing nipples. I sucked nourishing and then grabbed one between my teeth...Her wails of love were loud and. “Fucking scum, a rapist.” She turns slightly and spits towards him. It splatters in a red patch on the floor in a way that I find bizarrely erotic. I always knew I was slightly twisted, but this is a bit beyond that. “A rapist with a small joke of a dick,” she continues with a grin.I look at the body, disinterested in the fact that he is very obviously dead, and take in the sight of his tiny penis barely poking out of his fly. “Maybe it was a grower,” I smirk. This whole scene is so surreal.