The basement, however, has been left mostly untouched. The walls are rough stone and masonry. It is a gloomy, dungeon-like place. Think Silence of the...Lambs but without the well, and you're on the right track. There is one tiny window on the far side, towards the front of the house, but it is so small and dusty that it barely lets any light in. It's doubtful anyone could see much by looking in, even if they were trying to. Mistress has added one touch, to be used for when I need a more severe. She suggested Cassie phone Ged."Don't give up kiddo," she said to Cassie. "Go after him. He'll be catching up on work, or getting some extra sleep; I worked him pretty hard in this last two weeks. You know what he's like when he's writing."Cassie was about to dial Ged's number, but suddenly felt afraid of how Ged might react. She decided to go to the house the next evening after work and see him in person. In reality she was putting off the moment, and she knew it.The next afternoon she steeled. For a short while, that quelled a little of my passion, but her continued sucking of my cock soon chased away all of the thoughts of sorrow and turned back into facing the soon to be ejaculation of my sperm from deep in my balls. Suddenly, she stopped her oral assault and began to climb on top of me. She eagerly began to insert my now engorged torpedo into her tight, damp ass hole. Whining just a little as she forced the penile head into her shit chute, she closed her eyes, gritted her teeth,. Then I was fantasizing going the whole hog. I was having her, and she was excising her full experience of a quality fuck and it was utterly delicious.And not only that, I shook my head after the strong wank which ensued and knew that it wasn’t just the sex, it was something more too. Much more. I had fallen in love with her, whether it was the motherly thing or whatever I don’t know. She was maternal to me but much more than that, because she was my lover as wellI wanted her full package; I.