"He seemed to like it! Oh Marion, that is the understatement of the century. He would have loved it." Sylvie was quiet as she sipped her coffee. Then ...he asked. "Where do you want to go from here? I mean with Guy."Marion had already thought about that."I would be telling a lie if I said anything other than I want more." She thought how to phrase her next words. "My marriage is good in every way except physically. When Charles realised that we wouldn't have children he withdrew from me. I didn't. Sleep I did, but my mind kept wandering back to listening to her masturbate and moan my name. The dreams I had were wonderful and intense.When I woke up the next day she was already gone. She must be pleased with herself getting back at her shitty boss, with my help of course. She would have to be fucking this guy just to keep her job and all I got in repayment was a blow job. I should have asked for more, but at that time I would not have thought that she would have done anymore than she did.. Go figure.Once again, I took a lengthy afternoon nap, and as she had the day before, Belle provided the type of wake up service Seth Thomas could never match.That night at the cantina found me feeling almost up to speed. I took a thirty minute break around nine and worked through until one-thirty in the morning.Sunday morning, I managed to talk my way onto Melosa, instead of riding to Mass in Belle’s carriage. I was lucky in that Belle had a covey of women going with her, including Molly, Naomi. “Don’t interrupt. Let me finish. So i said it was accidental. But I still kept bending over, and didn’t put any panties on. The next day when I was doing the same thing, he go up, and started touching my butt. And my pussy. And my clit. When he started putting his finger in my pussy, I told him to stop, and he did.” She took a pause for breath and continued, “The next day is when the power cut happened. That day too, I was wearing a skirt without panties. And then the rest of it that I told you.