“Call me ‘Monica’ or ‘Miss Monica’ as your employer permits,” she told Autumn. “I do plan to stay a few more days, and it would be nice ...o have a friend.”“A friend? My master would not permit me to have a friend among the guests,” Autumn exclaimed, “He is fair, but he is strict about what is proper.”“Master? Are you a slave then?” asked Monica, her hackles rising.“No, Miss Monica,” the young girl responded, “I’m indentured until I reach sixteen – that’s in two years, I think.” Appearances can. .” Maria began. Then she grinned warmly and continued, “Of course not!” she answered her own unspoken question. “How could you get in trouble with the owner? You are the owner!”He just grinned, shook his head and said, “Only a small piece. My father owns the rest.”“Of course! It’s Maxim’s of Paris. It’s the same restaurant, operated by the same family!” Maria started to giggle.André thought it was the loveliest sound he had ever heard. He was subtly amused, because Maria was absolutely correct.. In her curled position it was easy for me to glide my fingers inside her.She wasn't wet but not quite dry either. I worked my fingers gently in and out, taking time to tickle her clitty as I did so. Sandi stirred again, sighing deeply and rolling part way over. I quickly withdrew my hand and let her settle on her back. Now with her legs outstretched, I could reach her pussy from the front. Again, my hand was down the front of her panties fingering her now moistening slit. It was a deliciously. I told him, "I haven't seen or talked to her for three weeks since this happened."He said, "We have to talk to her and get her complete side of the story before the trial. Yes, it looks like you are going to trial. She is the prosecutor's lead witness. Even though she doesn't want to testify, they are forcing her too. We need to know for sure her side of the story."I told him, "I thought a wife couldn't be forced to testify against her husband?"He said,"That's true in some cases. That's why we.