Chapter 38

“You ungrateful little shit!” he roared.

And for the first time Dale was actually a little frightened of what might happen.

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“Look at you both,” Tom said sneering. “My lover with my fucking gardener! I knew it. I knew what you were up to all the time.”

Dominic pulled himself out of Dale’s arse.

“And caught with your cock still up his arse. Isn’t that just fucking peachy keen?”

Dale stood up, his body mottled with patches of dried and flaky cum; his cock hanging limp and wrinkled.

“Tom, I didn’t want to upset you. That’s why I came down here. You said you didn’t want me to humiliate you…”

“Well you have. You’ve fucking humiliated me more than I’ve ever been,” he barked, his voice cracking as he fought to stem his tears. “Get up to the house, get your stuff and get the hell out of my sight. I never want to see you again!”

“But uncle, if we could talk…”

“Get going!”