"Hey, mate, I'm sorry about Cassie." So am I," answered Ged, "but there's something more urgent to deal with. Did you stop paying into my Bills Accoun... for the flat?" No?" he answered. "The monthly payment is still being paid." So why have I a repossession order on the flat for non-payment of mortgage; Why is there no furniture left here? Why is my electric and gas cut off; why is there a summons to pay my council tax?"Silence. Then, "Ged, have you checked your account on line?" Difficult. And I want something else, too!” she declared.I took her wine glass and mine and put them in the kitchen, and she followed me to our room. We made love twice before falling asleep in each other’s’ arms.On Tuesday morning while Stephie showered, I went down to the mailbox to get the envelope with the betting list. There was a note from Theo asking me to stop by his place. I’d have to find some time before the end of the day, maybe after karate. When Stephie came out, I let her know that after. "Back up a few frames."I backed up maybe fifteen to twenty frames."Now advance one frame, but don't advance again until I tell you."I pressed the pause button and the frame changed. Libby told me to keep advancing, slowly."Stop."The straight woman had moved her leg and you could see her pussy. If you looked close, the lesbian's tongue was touching the woman's clit. I advanced another frame, and Libby looked, "See, she is licking the woman's clit. This is for real, real pussy eating!"I advanced. Nor did the girls object to the somewhat titillating maids’ uniforms Madame Courvelle insisted upon them wearing. In this they bowed to their mistress’s wisdom and sound business sense. Their appealing and flirtatious appearance was a major reason why the Cafe du Concorde was such a busy and popular establishment. The girls benefited directly from this far sighted policy. Generous though their allowance was, they could, in a good month, nearly double it in tips. In short they considered.