It was petty, but it would never be forgiven and certainly never forgotten.As Madame Fouquet was an old friend of Aurora’s family, her visits there ...ere, if not tolerated, at least overlooked. It was a place of refuge for us, away from Versailles, where we could quietly be together for short periods as if we were man and wife.We walked together in the gardens behind the château with its remarkable gardens arm-in-arm, happy and content.“Last week I encountered the Queen at Versailles,” Aurora. "Ohh, 'Desss make me cum baby. You want me to, don't you...?" It's my favorite," she said as her thumb slide back out, then plunged in hard. Her bare butt stuck up in the air, her panties laying close to mine on the bed. A line was still visible in the cotton crotch where I'd been dribbling while I ate her. I love it so much when she cums in my mouth. Her flavor is both sweet and sour. Her muscles twitch and contract as she bounces on the bed. Sometimes she squirts a little and I drink from her. It would only lead to more trouble and more distress on my part.I disconnected the phone, and put my mobile on silent. No distractions. Beth needed all her attention to comfort me. That is what I thought, and she agreed with me. Very agreeable, Beth!I sent Nicola a text.Nicola every time we meet you mess up my life. You invite me to spend the weekend and go off with your boyfriend or is it fiancé? Leave me alone. Go and have a good life with Terry. Goodbye. Kevin.Over the meal, I had told Beth. The boys who were sent here for some infraction during a work shift usually got a flogging. Usually they were flogged until they broke, but there was no time for other games the guards said they enjoyed when they had time, like puppy training, or pony boys, things she wanted to watch. This was just a flogging room, and sometimes she had seen 5 or 6 at a time. Yesterday the room was very quiet as a whole shift went by without anyone being sent in, but she didn't really mind. It had to.