She couldn?t even speak French.In spite of her feelings Carole sat quietly through dinner, making small talk and keeping a smile pasted on her face.Da...e was very excited as they talked company plans and what he would be expected to accomplish.Finally dinner was over and Dave and Carole were headed home.Carole could not hold back the tears any longer.She wanted to be the supporting wife but just could not bear moving to France.She was so far from her children now and moving across the ocean was. Still, my finger was up Cynthia’s butt, so maybe I should follow through with her.“Oh my Prince, I did not dare hope...”We washed each other a bit more, mixing in some passionate kisses along the way, including some with her on her knees, then dried off. She let herself be led at every step, for tonight she was getting what she wanted, and for the next night too, when she was more rested. I imagined how she might tell me her homework was caught up. Bottomless in a short top with the lube in one. “I remember when I was fourteen, they took my sister and me to this cabin on a lake for a vacation. Anyway, one night I couldn’t sleep, you know, my occasional insomnia? And I heard them going at it real late. The walls were like tissue. They were being real vocal. Dad’s telling her how to blow him, Mom’s telling him how to eat him, they’re both telling each other how to fuck. They really like sex!”“God! You’re kidding!”“Nope. I was an asshole the next day. I mean, my father, sure, but my mom?. It looked very much like him. What did it mean? Was this a clue to her deepest desires?“I don't recall giving permission for this.”“No, sir.”“What do you have to say for yourself?”“Nothing, sir. I'm sorry, sir.” She knew this was not allowed and she knew making excuses would only make matters worse. She'd gotten up early, finished her duties and she was bored. She wondered if she'd really “just forgot” to shut down the browser. It's not like he checked her browsing history on a regular basis..