Spreading my legs apart, she made her way in between my legs on her back as she rubbed at my clit vigourously, replaced her fingers with her tongue as...I squirmed above her. "Mmmmm," I moaned out as she smacked my clit. "Don't move, you little bitch," she instructed as she slid one finger, and then two, and then three inside of my wet pussy. I thought I was going to break then and there. The way her fingers slid in and out of me had me in a frenzy. I began to whimper and began to thrust myself. He increased his attention."Good business!" he said. "Take me up to your room. Was it a hard struggle?" Not very. I managed to disarm the scoundrel. All the same, Mazeroux got stabbed in the thumb." Nothing serious?" Oh, dear, no; but he has gone to have his wound dressed at the chemist's."The deputy chief stopped, greatly surprised."What! Isn't Mazeroux in your room with the two prisoners?" I never told you that he was." No, but your butler..." The butler made a mistake. Mazeroux went out a. .. the ONLY time I ever strayed during this marriage, was when an associate of mine and I traveled to San Diego for a seminar (Gail and I owned an art gallery at the time). Gail is about a straight as anyone I've ever known. I was comfortable traveling with her and continue to be close friends. A large group of us went to a country western bar and, during the evening, two young men joined our group and they were delightful! They took turns teaching us all how to do the "two-step" and we all had. The next morning Mark got up and met with Michael in her office. He got up to meet him as he entered, "Hello Mrs. McReynolds."Mark smiled at him and said, "Hello Michael, how are you?" I'm good Beth. How are you?"Mark replied, "I am little nervous about the President. He seems even moredistracted and angry."Michael looked on concerned, "What did he say?" He made a vague threat against me."Michael said with a hint of anger, "What kind of threat?" He threatened to hit me, but I don't think he.