I told her that once Istarted to cum, I would chicken out and lose alldesire to eat it. I practically begged her over ourtable to feed it to me. She s...id she completelyunderstood my feelings and that even though she wouldlove to share this with me, she was not going to forceme to do something I could not bring myself to do. I said to her, it is obviously a desire I had and Iwas asking her to do this for me. I continued bysaying, “I am asking you now, before we get to thebedroom, that. It was 3:45 in the morning when I finally heard her car pull into the driveway. I got out of bed, put on a bathrobe, and went downstairs to meet her. She was opening the front door as I walked down the stairs to the foyer. Turning on the hallway light, I saw a big smile on her face as she stepped into my arms. We hugged each other and kissed like newlyweds. I then took the overnight case and clothes bag from her as she turned around and locked the front door. ?What’s with the shit-eating grin??. I was walking at my usual pace, hoping to be picked up by a pimp, when I caught a strange movement out of the corner of my eye. I couldn't pin down what I had seen to attract my attention, so I faded back into the shadows and watched the recessed doorway which had attracted me.OK, now I recognized what was going on. What looked like a wino sitting on a door stoop guzzling wine was actually a dope dealer. I watched for a few minutes and the pseudo wino eventually got up and moved to another. Richard had gone to confer with Antonio and Ellen enjoyed her leisure. A clearly distressed butler Oldroyd showed shortly after eleven o’clock.“Milady, there’s a young gentleman and his wife who have enquired about Mabel. A Mr. Turner, Milady, Esra Turner.”Somehow, the name was familiar to Ellen. Yes, of course. Mabel had told her about the son of the family where she had worked before, the young man who impregnated her. According to Mable he had promised to look after her as soon as he came.