I worked her clit, flicking, sucking, teasing her as she writhed in pleasure on the bed, juices flowing I could sense that she was getting close. I fo...ussed on her, focussed on her pleasure as primal noises escaped from her lips. Arched back, legs clamped onto my head grinding her cunt into my face her whole body shook. I let up my assault on her pussy as she came back down to earth, trying to catch her breath. Camille ay there, panting, softly massaging her breasts. I stood up, her legs. On a viewscreen across the visor covering the unknown man’s face, Leonard Whyte’s face was being projected, making him the second man she was addressing.“Oh, I know.” Helen said with mock sympathy. “You did it all wrong, though! I was supposed to come in here all ‘Whyte set us both up! Listen, I’ve got proof!’ I play the recording for Mr. Lee, who pretends to listen and nod at parts. Then you...” She said turning to Lee. “Were supposed to say something like ‘That’s very interesting, but I’d. And if you like spoilers (not for future stories but for this story) you can scroll to the note at the bottom of this story to figure out what I mean by ‘stuff.’* Day 4 I woke up and instantly looked at the note that was written on at the end of my bed. ‘Dear slave, I have something very important to discuss with you. Please just make me a sandwich. Forget about your chores and meet me at the office as soon as possible. Thank you.’ I got dressed, made her her sandwich, and was off on my way to. I never won many arguments with her - she was definitely a high brow hard headed European! Despite the monetary arguments, we never really discussed our family’s financial statuses. She well figured out my family’s financial status when I took her home to meet my parents and saw Dad’s practice, the extensive ranch, large ranch house, and a few thousand plus head of cattle and horses. With her family, just once Alexis eluded that her family came from “old money” that successive generations were.