It was perfect timing because life on the frontier was beginning heat up with a vengeance. The new Captain was called Hancock and he quickly avowed no...relationship to one of the founders of the new nation claiming it was simply a coincidence. I found out by rumor that he was not entirely honest because he was, indeed, the great nephew of the famous personage and he had the same fortitude of character that his forebear had adhered to in a time of crisis.The new reinforcements eased the worries. (I'm so bad. But even peeking through a keyhole isn't as bad as chortling inanely.) I had a direct view of the bed. Zorah was lying face down on the bed, and Lanier was lying on top of her, thrusting his pelvis up and down. I stood up just in time before Helen's door opened.I went back downstairs and washed the dinner dishes. Why not be a model guest? I thought. Helen came into the kitchen, dressed in jeans and sweatshirt again, as I was finishing up. "You could have used the dishwasher," she. “Well,” she said.“Madam is not sure if you are up to the work,” I said.She nodded. “I know.”“I’m suppose to tell you.”She nodded and looked worried.“Would you stand please,” I said calmly, “and take off all your clothes.”Her eyes widened, but she stood and turned her back to me.“No, no,” I said rather coldly. “Modesty will not do. And do it gracefully, if you please, with style.”She made a face, turned sideways, working on her fancy bodice with its many bows, puffy sleeves, gobs of lace and. I wondered if he was ready for how much I liked his wife.We had some small talk about the weather and despite the awkwardness of the moment Mikeactually seemed to be quite a nice guy. I almost felt bad for him when his wife entered the room and sat on my lap.I had expected that I would meet Mike and that Kathleen and I would go out to dinner and maybe a hotel after. I began to doubt my expectations when Kathleen reached down and started massaging my cock through my pants right in front of her.