”“Yes, I am sorry for your loss.”“Stabbed repeatedly. They never found the killer.”“I’m well aware.”“And the seal of your personal G...ard was found nearby, apparently dropped by the killer.”“Yes, it was.”“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”“The seal? Oh yes, that design came into use in the 3rd year of the reign of King-”“You know what I mean, Lascinda. We all know you had Andreas killed.”“First of all, you are to address me properly. Like I said, this is my kingdom.”“I. I kinda like you, you know...” She toyed with my ear.“I’m glad. Made you a lot easier to haul off into the swamp. I didn’t need all the rope and duct tape.”She giggled. “One of these days you’ll finally understand what I’m telling you.” She slid sideways, putting her head in my lap.I’m a sucker, I guess, for exactly this - a lovely head of clean hair in my lap, and heaven help me, when I stroke her hair, she purrs louder than the cat. She stretches. My free hand roams over her body. Not a. ‘David says you have a fireplace that I’d like and it could give me ideas for ours. Please, may I have a look sometime?’I messaged back, ‘I’m off work for the next two days’, and after a couple more texts later we’d arranged for her to pop round anytime during the following day.oOoI was in bed having a lazy morning when I heard a knock on the front door. The digital clock on the bedroom wall showed 10:30 and I quickly put on a pair of jogging bottoms and a t-shirt, guessing that Helen had come. Richard is not such a gentleman. But his hands feel so good. He should stop. But I kind of hope he doesn't stop too fast. I am having all these mixed feelings. He is lifting me up with his strong arms! He is sliding his penis between my legs. I am up on my tippytoes. Even through my dress, I feel its hard tip touching my clitoris. That feels so delicious. He is pushing his finger into the crack of my ass. My word, I feel the tip of his finger right on my anus. Hmmm that feels so very naughty..