But mind it? No way. I deserved it! I lied to her, and to you. It was unforgivable!"Susan was going to point out that those were just harmless white l...es, but she remembered Suzanne's advice to have a take charge attitude with Brenda. So instead, she asked, "What about all that pussy licking and kissing with her? Don't you still insist that you don't like that kind of thing?" Yes, but she gave me a direct order. What choice did I have? Besides, she's my mistress. How could I not enjoy. They had talked and he had helped her with some projects. He always spent some time praising Mary and telling Jesse that he was lucky to be married to Mary.Jesse said, "You're lucky to have such a husband. I bet he is as good in private as he is in public." Yeah, he is the same at home as in public." I thought so, he just seems like the type that would be. I had a husband that always would get mad at small things wrong I did. He would rant and rave sometimes at the smallest things. We had some. The hallwayleveled out again then turned and another doorway stood in my path. Thistime I saw the Gaelic stone on the wall and pushed it. I heard the clickand the doorway swung inward.I stepped into the room beyond only to see the door close quickly behindme. Again, there was no door switch I could find. I was locked in so Idecided to explore the room more thoroughly. The air smelled musty, butat least it was dry. The room I was in was very large. Gaelic paintingswere still clear and visible on. Obviously expensive and just as obviously recently worn. Lifting them to my nose and inhaling deeply, my sinuses and pussy began to drain simultaneously. Moments later I detected movement by the door.There stood Mrs. Dumont, her face as red as the Ferrari parked in the garage. She even had a Ferrari watch which, ironically, always ran slow. I could practically hear her heartbeat as she watched me. She then glanced down at her shuffling feet as if being cross-examined by Perry Mason. I finally.