Chapter Seven
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With a look of naïve pleasure on his face, Bedwyn barreled out of his clothes.
Trysta took Selyf’s hand while her boy was thus distracted. “I have no words to thank you. You will stay, will you not?”
Selyf glanced at Bedwyn as the boy tripped on his pants and tumbled to the ground. Trysta laughed as he dusted himself off and fiddled with jacket buttons.
“I don’t understand what you see in him,” Selyf said. “But I will stay if you wish.”
“There is nothing to understand,” she mused. “He’s my caru. That’s all there is.”
Bedwyn raced to the altar like a simple pet dog. He stood before them with a huge smile on his face, hands on hips, and an erection sticking out like a fleshy sword. Everything about him made her happy.
“I’m ready,” he said. “What now?”
A smile
