”“A year,” Richard stated. “What a year it was!”“It was, wasn’t it,” Ellen consented. “Let us not speak about it today, Richard. We ...on’t want to be the spectre at the feast. Look, we’re already there.”A footman opened the coach door, and Richard alighted and helped Ellen climb down. Offering her his arm, he led her up the stairs and into the foyer. He could not help but feel apprehension. The last time he’d been here had almost been fateful.He helped Ellen take off her cloak and then took off. When Mike headed to a dealer a friend told him about in Maysville KY. it was a good hour from the last place. I had been nagging him the whole time there about getting some food till he said (look I will stop at the first place I come to that has food.) So just as we got to Maysville there was a sign on side of the road about home made food. As we pulled in to the place there was only 4 cars in the lot. But it was 3 in the afternoon too. The place was some out of the way bar on the edge of. He began to play with her ass and eventually mouthed every square inch of her scandalous behind while carefully avoiding her asshole with his mouth. She was climbing an u*********s hill of ecstasy, as her unknown lover teased her by never giving her what she really needed. He licked up and down her crack, stopping just short of her perfect butthole. She couldn't take it. Every time his tongue approached her yearning asshole, she would thrust it towards him, trying in vain to make him lick her. Did I need to bring every work-related decision to him as well? It seemed unprofessional, which was probably why Mr. Preston sounded disapproving at the idea. I went to the internet and did a search, which took me to the book of Ruth. Women worked in this story and their productivity was called a blessing. Surely, they didn't seek their fathers and husbands to tell them how to be productive. Certainly it wouldn't be unwomanly to accept this position on my own, if I wanted to. But I was torn..