“I.. I'm s..sorry Mistress, I never...” She replied with a slight stutter in her voice, I suspected it was partly due to thinking she'd angered me... but knew it was mostly from having been so close to cumming. “What.... you thought I wouldn't find out? Hmm?” She hadn't changed position during this, and at my words she looked away from me. “I'm sorry Mistress, I never thought, I'm sorry.” “No you never my pet, you'll have to learn” I said as I sat down at her feet, rubbing a hand over her ass as. When we returned he would fuck her in the next room while I tried to sleep. Her loud moans and grunts kept me hard and made it hard to sleep. One time I was spending the night and she got a little flirtatious as we sat around. He had to go to the store as we got ready for bed. He went in to tell her that he would be back shortly. I was to nice of a guy to take advantage of the situation. The next morning he asked said that before he left he had told Mary that I would probable come in and fuck. Which, of course, led me to think of my current ward, Matilde Gance. The plans put in place would suffice to keep her from any indecorous behaviour while under the watchful gaze of Madame Bovary, but what would happen when I visited Grantham? Zinnia would have been my choice to stay at 18 Queen Street and act as chaperone in my absence, but, of course, she too would be in Grantham. I racked my brains as how I could keep Matilde from straying down the path of illicit pleasure – and then the. ”“My friends and I came down for a week, you know. And basically its four of us, two guys and two girls. My girl friend brought her guy along and I don’t even know where they are. And the other guy- he’s gay. He hit it off last night with this cute Latino guy and they’ve gone back to his place. And I’m here, locked out of my own hotel room, waiting for them to come back.”“You tried calling them and all?”“I tried. But they are either not answering or switched off. So, I’m waiting here.”“Till.