Chapter Six
The estate was empty without Hilary. Liza mourned, but not so Oliver would know. Her mind still sought her “applicant.” Every time she thought of Hilary and remembered that she was gone, her heart broke and her cunt ached with such a pressing fire, she could hardly keep from m**********g to alleviate the painful agony. She f****d Oliver as vigorously as he’d allow, happy that he graciously accepted her oversexed libido, while at the same time furious at him for auctioning away her female lover. Hilary was more than a lover, she was a companion, a friend, a confidante, the giggling girlfriend she’d never had as a teenager. Did he have any idea what pain he caused her with this capricious move? She refused to question him about the matter, knowing that she’d turn into a harrowin
