Whitman would be dining alone tonight. Cook had aroast beef in the oven which smelled delicious and reminded me that Ihad not eaten a thing since bre...kfast. I was sent to the basement wherethere was a wine cellar. There must have been a thousand bottles ofwine in the cellar. It took a while to find the one Cook told me toget, but I eventually spotted it and brought a bottle back up to thekitchen. I carefully wiped the dust off the bottle. It was a Frenchwine and the vintage was 1982. . ...What was happening to her?It seemed like it had creeped up on her, until now, where she could nolonger even pretend it wasnt happening anymore.First there had been snatches of images from her sleep, and then a fewweeks ago she had done a double take at a muscular man in a tight shirt,and had been so upset at herself she had to find a quiet corner to takesome deep breaths until she calmed down.That was bad, but now, with Don, it was a thousand times worse.She had been part of a nice. His cock quivered everytime I let go, awaiting my next tug. I cupped and massaged his balls with one hand and kept pumping his shaft with the other. He let out a loud moan. "Does that feel good baby? Is mommmy making you horny?" "Oh god mommm. That feels so good," he gasped. "Are you going to cum for me baby? Come on, cum for mommy." I rubbed and stroked a little faster, a little harder, the lube squelching as I went a long. He stopped moaning, he started breathing harder,"Mom..mom don't stop,. "Wait!" she cried out in distress. "I don't think I'm ready for this." Her face was flushed, her hair mussed and her breathing erratic. But Cassie was not about to let her back down now. "Yes you are," she countered. "We both are. In fact, this is long over due."Cassie then settled herself between Bailey's legs. With the utmost care, she spread apart the soft petals of Bailey's sex with her saliva whetted fingertips and began to massage her clit in a slow and circular motion. Bailey's head.