"Sounds good to me, then," Diane said."Great. Could you at least tell me if you've told him yet?"Diane very nearly corrected Heather's pronoun use. "U..., no, not yet, but ... but I'm going to be mentioning it really soon." Good. It's better to get that sort of thing out in the open, you know. Hopefully you won't be disappointed."Diane sighed. "I really hope so, too, Heather."After trying several times to concentrate on the last lesson of the day and failing, Cassie gave up.She looked down at her. She told me about Patricia’s rendezvous with Lotta that afternoon and what she’d done to the teen. Evelyn just casually told me my wife had licked another woman’s pussy as if she were telling me she’d offered someone coffee. She told me that Patricia was being punished for doing that without permission. Not for doing it under any circumstance, but specifically without permission. She told me that Patricia was to call her mistress for the night and that she’d call her mom girl.“Um, you could say. The woman smiled up at Mallory, and she could not help but return her smile. She was a small woman, probably in her early fifties, but she was pleasant looking and smartly dressed. She was the perfect fit for her job. She neither took away from a guest’s anticipation of what was to come, nor did she appear to be a part of the expectations. The elaborate nametag pinned over her left breast said her name was Margaret and Mallory liked her in an instant.“Your room is ready, and I’ve personally. I told him I wanted to meet both of them somewhere for drinks and that he could not tell the other guy what was going on. I didn’t want some stranger eyeing me and planning what he was going to do to me. If I liked the guy, we would go back to my place and start making out but the other guy couldn’t know the plan, we would just see how he would react. Diego agreed to my conditions. We met at a restaurant I chose, a little hole in the wall place with tasty appetizers and cheap drinks. I got.