"Turn around, girl. I want to see if he has hurt you."Caroline slowly turns. As she does so, lady Dammartin comes closer, and just like her husband be...ore her, she stoops down to inspect Caroline's buttocks."Oh, you poor girl. What a beast that man can be." She stands up straight again and turns to face to Old James, says, "Help me with my things if you would, James. We must make amends for my husband's inhospitality."Lady Damartin is dressed in a classic tweed suit, whose fabric is all muted. It was only a few drinks, and I didn't even finish the last one, I was feeling warm and woozy, which added to my building horniness. The belt of my coat had worked loose, causing it to part and hang open. Even with the tray down, glancing down I could see my bush peeking out from underneath my dress. I was pretty confident that the tray obscured my new-found friend's view, but I wasn't certain. I was getting hotter, and could feel myself getting very wet, and I found myself frequently looking. Which may or may not tie into his larger investigation of the Meriwethers. And their conservative PAC, RightWorld.He passed along a reminder from Constance. “Wexler is important to you. And to me too. Vital. But he’s only a small part of the larger picture.”“The Meriwethers.”“Yep, Connie and Senator Wainwright consider them a real threat to democracy. The country is so divided now ... well, they’re concerned there’ll be a backlash, Democrats will sweep the midterms. Take over some statehouses. I love you too and, yes, I am enjoying myself. You just wait till I get home, Rascal. I gave the phone to Bob to hold near my mouth as the three pumped me hard. After they came in me and I groaned loudly in ecstasy for Jerrys sake after swallowing Steves full load, I picked up the phone again. Jerry, you still there? Uh huh. You heard me? Half the parish must have heard you, you horny slut. As long as you did, Sweetie. Oh, is the door still open? Is the door open? Why yes it is. Would you do me.