He surveyed the restaurant, which looked perfect for the occasion. The hostess introduced John to the manager, Denise, who took him through an explan...tion of the menu. Denise then and showed him the table in a private alcove off to the side of the restaurant. Denise was a tall blond Australian, probably about 30 and came across as very professional. She was quite attractive and toned and John would normally have flirted with her, but tonight he was distracted by the importance of the dinner. . "Now that Max has recovered from yesterday's lessons it's time to pick up where we left off. Let's get washed up before we start though. Max is sweaty from chopping wood and Alice and I need a nice bath, too. Let's make it quick though, we have a lot to cover."We did make it quick. I limited my groping of Alice and Aunt Marti to a few quick breast squeezes and cunt fingerings. Alice and Aunt Marti limited their gropings to a few strokes of my cock.We once again retired to the cabin to continue. I was seething with anger at that moment with Wulfric, as he had told me recently while in a tender moment that he would not offer his vows to be a husband and consort to me - that our destinies lay elsewhere. I rejected this outright, and with a gold piece in one hand and dragging Wulfric by the other, we went to visit this reknown but very unpredictable Moon Woman." She did not want to see me and initially rejected my offered gold coin that surely far exceeded her normal fee. I spoke harsh. I quickly took her arm, led her to my table and sat her down, sputtering and red-faced. "Sanderson, right?" I asked.She nodded, and I flipped on my phone, found the story and showed her. She shook her head and sobbed, "It can't be true." I saw them towing a Corvette Stingray from the lot as I came in; yours I believe, the yellow one."She nodded and wiped away tears. I had seen her in it, a great car. At eighteen she was broke; she had gone from the status of a rich woman to a poor beggar in.