The lady was quite imposing and it was only my need to find out what had happened that prevented me from wilting under harsh gaze. After several secon...s, she gave me a slightly crooked smile and spoke to me again in German.“You knew Frau Schmidt well enough to call her Mutti Frida – so you were close to her?”“Yes.” I looked her in the eye. “And to her daughter.”“I see.” She paused, raising an eyebrow. “You knew Colette was not a boy then.” It was a statement not a question, so I remained. More immediately, what did I do about little Henry? Did I take the riskof releasing him or was the thought of the undefined punishment morethan I cared to think about?Discretion was the answer at this stage. Until I knew what was reallygoing on, it was probably better not to incur the wrath of the twowomen. I left little Henry to ache in his prison.I examined the pile of clothes Mother had left me.To my horror I found a pair of what I would describe as a pair of girl'sgym knickers in a pale. Not like the hot flashes from earlier, but a comforting warmth radiating from her... Her eyes began to widen as she fully registered what exactly was wrong with this situation. But before she could fully snap out of her daze, Grace nodded her head towards the fork, instructing Ellie to eat. Ellie did, and the flavors were phenomenal.She’d forgotten that the whole purpose of this little exercise was for her to sample Grace’s cooking. She swallowed the food and offered a weak smile. She was too. During the antipasto, one of Robert’s fingers was subconsciously stroking Juliana’s wrist as they talked about their respective days, the digit gently travelling up and down as she was recounting an episode in the office. He moved his leg forward so that he could also be in contact with her leg. He felt her calf, well sculpted and free of hose. Robert sensed the first stirring of his cock within his trousers, as he felt her legs open slightly underneath the table for him. There was always an.