“Ah, you tease me, Miranda,” he said to her.

She did not respond, but only licked her tongue between his toes. She smiled, and then brought one of her erect nipples to his foot and began rubbing the tip of it against the length of his toes.

Newland thought about how Miranda had served him all these years, pleasured him, and had never let him down. “Miranda, why do you have no husband?” he asked.

She looked at him sadly. “Because the man I love will never have me as a wife. I am not good enough for him.”

He thought for a moment. “Let me pleasure you, Miranda. What pleases you?”

She looked at him in surprise. He had never asked her that question.

“Your touch pleases me, sir,” she said. Then she rose, took his wrist, and guided his hand down to her orchid.

He slid his fingers through her creamy and readied passion. She writhed with excitement.

“And also, sir. . .”

“Yes? Whatever you want, Miranda.”

She smiled, turned her back on him, bent over, and exposed herself from behind. “Like this, sir. It’s my favorite,” she said.

“Ah, yes. Delightful.”

While he unfastened his trousers, she massaged her pearl, heightening her excitement, which Newland enjoyed with lustful eyes.

He brought his staff to her folds, ran it through her slick cream, hurriedly grasped the tips of her nipples, and squeezed. She moaned in more pleasure than he had ever heard from her, which had the effect of arousing him all the more. Her cream overflowed her banks not unlike a raging river, and it was all too clear that she was ready. She raised her hips and invited him to enter. So Newland clasped her cheeks, held them open, and then pushed inside the full length of her nether cavity. Immediately, he began to thrust. He pumped and thrust, letting his carnal desires set the pace. Then he grasped one of her breasts with a hand, and moved the other to her sheath, where he began thrusting a set of fingers inside of her velvety case at the same beat he worked his staff.

“Yes, how perfect, sir.” Her words came out as a sensual hiss.

Newland knew that in Miranda’s mind, they were making passionate love, but the most he could ever admit was that he had given her the gift of his attention.

“I . . . I . . .” Miranda said as she released, her vessel contracting fully around his member. And then suddenly, she raised her head to listen. “I hear the front door,” she said anxiously.

“Don’t move,” he said, and continued to thrust harder and faster, until a moment later, he released with a massive explosion. He continued to thrust in and out of her vessel, Miranda circling her hips, until his seed was fully spilled.

Then he withdrew his staff, kissed the back of her head, and said, “You must leave at once before we are discovered.”