Chapter 1: Refuge

As the black Mercedes left the airport, situated on the outskirt of the city and took the road to reach other side of the city. The main road leaving the city towards north soon could fool anyone that it was leading into wilderness once countryside was finished. If one travelled another fifty-five 'slow drive' kilometres one would find a sign of a private farm 'Refuge' alongside another sign that indicated a food processing industrial base another five kilometres further. In between if one travelled that way a beautiful private golf course would entice anyone who could hit a golf ball some distance.

Following the road that led through beautiful open green farming land, then through managed woodlands as it would seem that soon road would finish. Driving past the heavily wooded curve one would suddenly arrive in an vast open driveway in front of an enormous sprawling house which was spread over an roughly estimated two acres surrounded by another two hundred fifty or three hundred acres. The house was of a design of very personal nature. The main huge building appeared like many leaves spreading out from a main centre of a large flower if viewed from air. One could see at least four open swimming pools spread out in a random fashion. The car stopped in front of the main entrance of the house with a large open porch that flowed into a huge sliding glass doors embedded in solid wood. The floor was marble all throughout the house.

Chauffeur came out and opened the door as the lights came on and setting sun bathed the whole house with exotic colours of orange and red so typical of winter evenings. Driver respectfully helped the passenger to come out of the plush back seat of the luxury car. The woman gracefully floated out of the car and stood silently admiring the beautiful colours of nature. As chauffeur took out the shopping, soon three more servants joined him. All three after smiling and wishing their mistress who smiled most affectionately back, rushed out to give him a hand. The chauffeur left them to the chores and stood silently close to her mistress discreetly behind. The chauffeur was Ricardo who was very stocky and looked every bit a heavy weight wrestler. Ricardo had been in service for almost thirty years and now was fifty-two years old. He was assigned to his mistress soon after she married his master Benjamin Kenneth Burns as a young, vivacious, gentle bride of few months short of twenty years. Ricardo looked at the graceful form of Kathleen Reema Burns-Knight who stood about five feet and six inches tall. Her full body was wrapped in light blue pants. Kathleen had most beautiful face that did not need any adornment or artificial chemical help. Her skin was radiantly fair and glowed in the evening sun. Her light brown eyes shone with generosity and love that was well known to all who knew her or came in contact with her. Her face always seemed to smile and it brought attention to her exquisitely beautiful nose that seems to accentuate that mystical smile. Her beautiful neck flowed into her rounded shoulders and full, large bosom. She wore a loose short sleeve blouse of darker shade of yellow. Her blouse dipped elegantly to suggest the top of the slope of her generously large soft breasts, which were barely contained by a soft cotton bra. The slope of her large breasts even in a bra and blouse only heightened the natural divine beauty that she possessed and had passed on to her children. Her beautiful, fair skinned rounded arms were folded regally under her bosom.Her clothes barely hid her rounded full waist that showed her full life and scant regard for skin and bone concept of womanly body. Her pants was filled with her fertile, full hips as a signature of a woman whose body screamed vitality and fertility and over and above all a beauty that you could admire untiringly. Kathleen would turn forty five in five months and people found it hard to believe that she had three children, a girl of nearly twenty —one years of age and twin sons who would soon be twenty-three.

Ricardo took the shawl out of the car and respectfully draped it over Kathleen's shoulders, "Madam, winter is arriving. Evenings do have a nip now."

Kathleen affectionately patted Ricardo's hands as he covered her shoulders with her shawl, "Ricardo, thank you. I was lost in thoughts," Kathleen never addressed their long serving trusted help casually, "Shari would soon leave our house. She was a little girl running around with little care not so long ago. She will now belong to her new family." Kathleen sighed softly making her breasts swell in manner that would test the resolve of even a celibate monk.

Ricardo nodded his head in quiet understanding and escorted his mistress inside. Kathleen walked through the sliding doors and entered the huge hall that took various routes to in all fifteen suites each an independent unit with two to four bedrooms, study, kitchen, and living room. However, Kathleen ran the house from central kitchen with overflowing number of servants who sometimes tripped on one another trying to be helpful.

The main house was surrounded by different outer rim of servant quarters. The hall led into three living areas of immense dimensions and a huge dining area, which could seat forty people. Despite their large family, the capacity was never tested. Ricardo waited respectfully until Kathleen glided inside the hall and then turned back. The main house help, Rosaline, Ricardo's wife, soon joined Kathleen and informed her that her father called. Kathleen beamed at Rosaline, a plump handsome woman who had been in their service for twenty years and was now well past her forty years and her children were in college, "Madam shall I fill the bath for you. You do not have to worry about the dinner."

"That would be very nice, thanks Rosie, I will ring back Dad in the meantime. Has Ben come back from office,." Kathleen could make anyone her slave with her soft, gentle voice. Rosaline followed Kathleen and replied, "Madam I have not seen him so far."

Kathleen waved the question away as irrelevant making her Rosaline less conscious that she could not be sure if her husband was back from work. Kathleen and her Rosaline entered her personal suite. The main entrance opened into a living space, which led to a dining area with six-seat dining table. The large sliding door led to another living cum study area, which had four en suite bedrooms. Kathleen floated through into her main bedroom, which was in keeping with the rest of the house huge. Rosaline promptly went inside the enormous en suite to fill the bath with warm water and mixed aromatic salts and oil.

Kathleen picked up the cordless phone in one hand and effortlessly took her shawl off with one hand making it a breathtakingly sensual vision if there was man to appreciate it. She dialled her father's number and waited eagerly like a child to hear his deep voice. The ringtone kept on until the answering machine kicked in asking to leave a message. Kathleen's face showed her disappointment and she softly whispered, "Daddy it's me," and disconnected.

Kathleen walked with the phone in to the bathroom. The bath was nearly full the whole bathroom was filled with the sweet smell of the salts and oil mixed in the bath water. Rosaline without any hesitation slowly came towards Kathleen and started to unbutton her blouse. She had served Kathleen for over twenty years and both had become very close over the years as she helped Kathleen with her pregnancies and other personal events. Kathleen had suggested that Rosaline should have sex with Benjamin when Kathleen was heavily pregnant with twins and in the last months of pregnancy. Rosaline had expressed during girly talk her incredulity at Benjamin's penis size, all these years, insisting her husband's cock was the biggest imaginable. After having her first sexual tryst with Benjamin she gushed his praises to a very pregnant and proud Kathleen.