She looked glowing and he realized she had probably just drained an unfortunate young man. Clarissa slapped his bare rump and said she would see him...later,and gave Veronica a tongue kiss and left to release another prisoner. Veronica stood imperiously by his side, her hands on her hips, cunt drool down her firm thighs. "Now I want you cows to move together when I order it. I'm the trail boss here, and anyone who slows down, well,..." She swung the riding crop viciously and whacked. She had just exited her suite, dressed in sandals, Capri pants, and a relatively low-cut blouse, when she heard a honk from the steps below. It was a smiling Tristan, perched atop his shiny Lambretta scooter. Oh dear, thought Doris — but before she could offer a word of apology for the night before, Tristan launched into his plans to take her along the coast to a lovely seaside restaurant for lunch. Grace and the rest of the f****y would be busy getting Amelie and her new husband ready for. ”“Well, it’s not exactly a problem. It’s just...” She blushed again, and he gestured for her to continue. “Well, it’s just that he makes me do things...”Doctor Barnes raised an eyebrow at that. “Such as?”“Well, this dress for instance.”“Yes? It’s a very pretty dress, Mrs. Cooper.” It was, too. The short-sleeved dress was a light and gauzy green chiffon print, a calf-length wrap that had what seemed to be hidden buttons holding it together at the waist. She was also wearing nylons and heels.“Oh,. ”“Thank you my love, I cherish the thought.” He tastes her panties before placing them on the dresser. “Let’s go eat otherwise I might try and keep you here so I can eat you all night.”“Promises, promises,” she smiles.He pauses to consider his options, runs his tongue along the bottom of his mustache tasting her essence that lingers on his lips and says, “I will save you for dessert.”They sit at a table atop an elevated patio. What little chill emerges from the evening air is countered by a.