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nipped at the now swollen bud and Kathryn squealed.
    “Make me come, you little bitch!” Lady St. John hissed. “Do not dare to keep me waiting another minute! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh! Oh, that is good! More! I want more! Release your cream, Henry. She’s pleasuring me well. Ah! Oh! Ohhhh!”
    Sir Henry found Jemima’s special spot, and worked it hard. She shrieked with her delight, and content that they had all been well satisfied, he came with a shout. When they had recovered from their bout of Eros and restored themselves with wine laced with aphrodisiacs, Kathryn sucked her husband’s cock to a stand, and then lay beneath Jemima, suckling on her large nipples while Sir Henry ass-fucked his daughter-in-law until she came with a screech.
    “It is almost the dinner hour,” Lady St. John remarked. “Leave me now so we may all dress.” She watched as, gathering up their garments and putting them on quickly, Sir Henry and Jemima left her. “That’s enough for tonight,” Kathryn said. “Channel off!” Back in her own bed, she pressed the CLOSE button on the remote and watched as the doors on the cabinet shut. It had been a most satisfying night, and she was relaxed enough now to sleep. She really loved The Channel. It didn’t matter how old she got, it would be there for her. And there were no obligations once she turned it off. It was perfect!

CHAPTER TWO

    T he twelve-year-old beige-colored Ford Contour eased off the treed parkway at the exit marking Egret Pointe. Timothy Blair’s blue eyes took in the countryside as he drove into the village. He had only been here briefly once before. The place was almost too perfect, he thought, with its wide main street edged in tall, ancient trees, and the charming shops that lined it. Hell, there was even an ice-cream parlor. As he slowed down, Rowdy awoke from his place on the backseat and sat up with a low gruff .
    “Like it or lump it, boy—this is our new home,” he said to the dog.
    Rowdy whined and thumped his tail.
    Tim scanned the main drag, and then he saw it. Country Real Estate. He pulled into the space directly in front of the office and parked his car. Getting out of his vehicle, he opened the back door of it, and Rowdy bounded out. “Stay!” Tim commanded the shaggy dog, then bending, clipped a leash to Rowdy’s collar. “Now behave yourself,” he instructed the animal.
    Rowdy pulled on the leash, and lifting his leg peed on the trunk of the tree before the real estate office.
    Tim chuckled and, dog in tow, walked into the building. “I’m looking for Mrs. Kirk,” he said to the woman at the front desk.
    “Are you Mr. Blair?” she asked, and then without waiting for an answer added, “I’m Doris Kirk. Welcome to Egret Pointe, Mr. Blair.”
    “Thanks,” he replied.
    “I wasn’t aware you had a dog,” Mrs. Kirk said.
    “This is Rowdy,” Tim told her. “Rowdy, shake!”
    The seated dog offered a paw to Mrs. Kirk, whose serious demeanor suddenly vanished as she took the paw and shook it before patting Rowdy on his head.
    “I had several rentals to show you, Mr. Blair, but most of them won’t take dogs, I’m afraid,” she told him.
    “I didn’t consider that,” he admitted. “I’ve lived in the same prewar building in the city for years, and there was no problem.”
    “Well, there is the Torkelsen cottage over on Wood’s End Way,” Mrs. Kirk said. “Martha was a widow, and she just died. Her kids don’t live here anymore. They decided to rent the place out until they can make a decision what to do with it. It’s surprisingly up to date. Martha was an incredible cook, and the kitchen is wonderful. It’s little. Two bedrooms, one a decent size, the other small. But it does have a fireplace in the living room, and a garage. You can actually walk to the Middle School from there.”
    “Let’s go look,” Tim said. “I’ll follow you in my own car. I don’t want Rowdy shedding all over someone else’s upholstery.”
    Mrs. Kirk took a