In the meantime, I would not say you had brought me food if you did not let me eat it. Can you not get the key?’ ‘Indeed, sir, I cannot… milord ...ould be wroth with me!’ She exclaimed. The girl seemed genuinely upset at the dilemma. ‘If you wish, perhaps I could…’ ‘Could what?’ ‘If m’sieur would permit it, I could… feed you.’ Oh, that would be lovely, d’Audierne thought to himself. Hell and damnation, to be spoon-fed like an infant! But even as he thought of it, he thought again of the enticing. And ... the swimsuit! It wasn't his little swimming suit -it was a girl's one-piece, with a mini skirt attached and the topgrowing, like cloth crawling up Jeffrey's tummy and over hisshoulders, joining with the back until it was complete - a pink littlegirl's swim suit."What...?" Corinne mouthed aloud. "What's going on? This is ..." Impossible?"Corinne spun. It was the old woman's voice, and she stood rightbehind Corinne. "What's going on here?"The old woman smiled. "This is a club for. ." I whispered between wet kisses.Faster and faster she drive forward. I could feel an orgasm growing below my waist. She sat up on me, using the upright angle of her body to drive harder into my slippery pussy. I fell back over the edge of the bed, crying out in ecstasy. My hands pawed at her frantically as she owned me, the steady motion of her grinding pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I looked up to see her reared head back, loving it. I couldn't believe this was my straight friend!. " Oh god!" She looked shocked and came up to me. "You shouldn't have heard that. I'm sorry." Is he still here?" No. He left early." She waved her hand, trying to dismiss the whole event. She took hold of me and hugged me. "I'm sorry this is so hard." She held me, both of us standing, her arms up around my neck. I put my arms around her, felling her slim body through her robe. She smelled good, faintly of sweat and her perfume, familiar, like she smelled in the morning when we used to wake up.