Cyril had followed the pair of women inside, his eyes cast downward.  He knew that if he were to raise his eyes and Mistress Bridget were to see that, he would not receive any sort of reward this day.  Fail in the most common courtesy toward his Mistress would serve to show how exactly unworthy he was to be in her presence or to even hear a kind word from her.  And it was those kind words that he most wanted.<br/><br/>Well, that and a few other things.<br/><br/>Cyril immediately moved next to his Mistress's chair and knelt next to it.  He kept his head down, though he found himself wanting to look over at his wife.  The fact that he could sense her while all of his senses were flooded with the sensations of being in his Mistress's house served to disorient Cyril's world.  It almost enough to cause him to call it all off.  Utter the words that would end this session immediately.  But if he did that, then it would only show he couldn't handle it.<br/><br/>And he could.  Oh, he would show them both that he could.<br/><br/>Of course, the kneeling position was a little difficult with the hardening cock that Cyril was now very much aware of.<br/>