"You've been with a girl?" she gasped, startled by my confession."A couple of them. And today I hope to make it three," I said bluntly, now putting my...intentions right out there.She stammered, her cheeks going red, "B-B-Bree, this kind of conversation is making me a little uncomfortable."I stood up and tugged down my skirt to reveal my shaved cunt, of course not wearing any underwear for the seduction, "Well, then, let's get more comfortable." Bree!" she gasped, staring at me, unable to take. Sure, Maria had been surprised at some of Anthony’s traditional views on things to do with marriage that had come out as they’d been planning the wedding, but his take on life was hardly surprising when you considered he’d grown up in an big Italian Catholic family, the youngest of five brothers. For now, she was willing to go along with his ideas, even attending church with him regularly, something she hadn’t done since she was teenager. She figured once they were married, she could start to. It seemed I had a lot of support for something I would never have expected to be offered.I went to my office and sat behind my desk. I wasn't able to focus at that moment. Too many things were going through my head, all colliding with each other. I wasn't going to be much use that particular Friday morning. I needed some advice and I had an idea of who might provide it.Bill Costello was my largest and favorite customer. He was officially the assistant general manager of Wildwood Coffee, but in. ”Sir Michael shrugged. “Nor me, but then, I don’t suppose I’d know more than a dozen out of hundreds.”“Do you want me to look it up?”“No rush, but yes please,” Sir Michael murmured as Steve re-entered the room.“All done sir.” Steve frowned. “The men on the gate say they didn’t see him come in. They’re going to send someone up the drive to meet him.”Sir Michael’s frown matched that of Steve’s. “But they saw Millie’s friend?”“Yes sir. They say that ‘cos she’s someone they know and recognise and.