This consisted of a silk shirt and linen breeches, without a waistcoat or shoes. There had been an awful row when I first came up with the idea about ...hether we would be allowed to go about in bare feet, which were considered shocking in the world beyond Brighton, but Uncle Clarence finally intervened on my behalf. He did, however, insist on full dress for Privy Council meetings, one of which I was to attend after my lessons.The topic of the meeting was electoral reform. The Whigs in Parliament. To the four posts she was bound, blind and waiting helplessly to find out what was next.As she lay there, I slowly slid my fingers across her tummy, and then up to her breasts; where I pinched her nipples and then swatted her tits with my hands. As she took a sharp breath of air and gasped, I could see the moisture start in her open pussy; taking two plastic cloths pins, I attached one to each lip of her wet, hot pussy lips. Giving her a second to realize what I had done, I went to the kitchen. She smiled as she said this. Her perfectly applied red lipstick sparkled under the overhead florescent lighting."Yes, Miss Cohen." I stammered."Helene. You can call me Helene." She grinned a sly grin as she spoke."Yes Helene." I said, trying to be calm as I took the folder from her soft, delicate hand.I felt a stiffening in my trousers like an I-beam being extruded at a steel mill. I held out the folder to block what I knew was a bulge I couldn't battle.Helene just smiled again with those. Well "flew" might be a bit strong... but eventually it was over... I hung up the phone after a less than satisfying conversation with the director of our Atlanta office... office performance was down and he couldn't pinpoint the problem... that, unfortunately, made him at least part of the problem... and made fixing it my problem.I was still mulling over my options when Lisa came in. "Hey," she said."Hi love..." Up for lunch?" she asked. In retrospect there was something in her eyes... but I.