I awoke with a start. Feeling some disorientation I realized I had been having a dream about bowling. No, not bowling exactly, but what was it? The position of my left hand and fingers were in that of a bowling grip. Aw! And then I remembered pleasantly.
Rebecca was cradled in my right arm asleep. My right hand held firmly to her left breast. We were both naked and had fallen asleep this way last night. A light fall breeze was blowing through the French doors and rustling the curtains.
My left hand… here’s where I had my bowling fantasy in the night. My left hand was between her buttocks and upper thighs. My index and middle finger were inserted inside her snatch, and my thumb was up her anus to the hilt.
I enjoyed sleeping in this position and so did Rebecca. Through out the night I could feel the muscles of her inner thighs contracting around my invading hand and deriving pleasure. Her vaginal contractions seemed to go on all night sometimes. Her damp pussy a testament to her pleasure, and the multiple orgasms I had given her in the night while she slept. Last night I had tried the thumb in the ass, and this morning I could feel the muscles of her sphincter pulling me into her body.
We were lightly covered on the bed, and both of us were still asleep. I was at that point of delirium of half sleep, just starting to wake from my slumber. I could feel Rebecca squirm next to me and knew that she was content and safe. I felt my cock start to rise along her spine where I was pressing my groin to her.
I opened my eyes and above me in our bedroom was Antoine. He had already dressed in his servant’s uniform and was bowing to ask for my pardon in this intrusion of our private quarters. However, there was something about his face that told me the man wasn’t himself today.
“Antoine? What is it?” I asked as I moved the cover to hide Rebecca’s naked breasts beneath my arm.
“Sorry to disturb you, sir,” Antoine said with a side ways glance at the body of the naked twenty-two year old beauty under the covers with me. “The police are downstairs and asking to see you. I didn’t know what to tell them. I think you ought to come right away.”
“The police?” I asked incredulously. “What do they want?”
“They wouldn’t say, sir. They want to speak to you.”
“Go back and tell them I’ll be down directly.” Antoine turned on his heels and left abruptly, hurrying to follow my orders as he always did.
I rose up in bed and tried to force the slept out of my brain. Rebecca lifted up next to me as I removed the hand from her nether region. She brushed her long raven black hair out of her eyes and squinted up at me.
“What is it, darling?” Rebecca asked in a sleepy little voice, turning about under the covers to face me.
I gave her a tight and reassuring hug. “Nothing to worry about, sweet thing. I’m sure there has been some sort of misunderstanding, and I’ll go down and straighten it all out.”
She kissed me on the lips. Our mouths parted briefly to allow our tongues to touch. She moved her chest full against my own and I felt her erect nipples press my skin, the sensation causing my cock to jump along her belly.
“Thank you, Pierre,” she said with real love in her voice for me. “You always take such wonderful care of us darling.”
I allowed us to kiss for another two seconds, and then I reached for my robe and got up from under the covers, putting on the robe as I headed for our bedroom door.
My desert home was quite large, almost a mansion, and I waded down the hall carpeting in my house slippers and came down the main stair case which wound its way down to the front entrance way. Sure enough, when I got down there, there was a uniformed man standing in the doorway. Antoine was talking to him, trying to keep him at bay as they waited for me.
“Good morning officer, I am Dr. Pierre Koenig. How can I help you?” I came up to the officer and extended my hand in a friendly greeting.
“Good morning, Dr. Koenig. I am Sheriff Mills, the county sheriff,” he said as we shook hands. He was an older man, older than I was even. “I am sorry to disturb you at such an early hour, but a matter has been brought up that I need to discuss with you.”
“Why don’t you come inside and we’ll discuss it in my parlor. I’ll ask Antoine to bring us some coffee.”
“That’s all right,” the sheriff said, declining my offer. “This won’t take that long. I just need to ask you a few questions.”
I looked past him and out my front door. His jeep was parked in the circle drive in front of the house. A woman stood beside the jeep. She was very young and pretty, dressed in appropriate western attire in jeans and a jacket, her hair was long and blown by the wind. She caught me looking past the sheriff and at her. She returned my stare solidly and I thought she was rather cold.
“I’ll tell you anything I am able too, sheriff,” I said, returning my gaze to the man in my doorway.
“Do you have a young woman living here with you, Dr. Koenig? Her name is Rebecca White.”
“Why, yes I have,” I answered, my voice still full of friendship for the sheriff.
“Is she in your employee?”
“She was this past summer. However, she decided to stay on longer and our relationship became more personal.”
“We have some concern that she may be held here against her will.”
“Really? May I ask who has raised this concern?”