Just please, let go of me.”“Very well. Are you hungry?”Pauline nodded.“Do you have any favorite foods?”“I love my momma’s goulash, with ... sweet red wine, and sugar pie for desert.”“I don’t know how to fix either the goulash or the sugar pie. In fact, I’ve never heard of sugar pie. The red wine I can provide. What else do you like to eat?”“How about spaghetti with mushroom sauce and sausage, with whatever you think would be good for desert.”“I think I can manage that. First, there are three. As for Kayla and me, her in the back and me in the front, it was a long ten-minute drive to the hotel, although they do say that separation makes the heart grow fonder. I don’t know about the heart, but it sure as hell wasn’t tempering my lust any. I was glad our driver was a man. The tent in my pants was embarrassing enough as it was. There wasn’t any way that I could rearrange myself so that it wasn’t obvious what was going on. In the club had been bad enough, but here…When we were nearly. Herhusband and whether he noticed any differences in her.I waited until she was on the verge of exhaustion, herthighs and her arms trembling, sweat running down herbody. I liked watching her try to hold herself up. I knewshe would be sore in the morning. Every muscle wouldprotest when she got out of bed. Then she wouldremember why, and she would feel defiance and a bit ofconfusion, the kind of thoughts that would lurk in the backof her mind and make her wonder how much longer shecould hold on. I didn't get hard, butdid finally dribble a little fluid from my penis and it made my legsquiver.I told her, "Thank you honey, that was very kind of you."She said firmly, "When we are alone you can be sweet with me dear, but infront of the others I will be Mistress Mary. That is what Lucas wants."I said, "I understand Mistress."She told me, "I hope you stay with us, but I know I can't leave him yet.We can live here with all expenses paid and if and when we leave, we willhave a bundle of cash in.