Contains sexual imagery. Please read at your own risk. You have been warned. Anyway... The emptiness of the mansion had rendered William apprehensive. It was past midnight, and William knew it's high time his mistress, Caitlyn, should have been home. He had been sitting impatiently in the parlour, stalwartly attired in his butler suit, eagerly awaiting the arrival of his outgoing mistress. Although the longing seemed never-ending, William understood perfectly that Caitlyn was never one to leave early in a party. She would even drink a lot. William had often encountered Caitlyn inebriated, sauntering toward home recklessly as she was unable to regain her balance and struggling to go to her own bedroom without William's guidance. But this time, it was too long a time to wait, so long that William was left thinking Caitlyn may have gone out for more than a sip of aperitif.
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