La Chatte Heureuse bought it for next to nothing and started setting up its exclusive operation in a wing of the house. Last year the owners decided t... expand their operation to make use of the whole house and grounds. Buildings are being repaired and extra staff employed.”“So who owns La Chatte Heureuse?” I ask.“I don’t know. I’m not sure it’s an answer you really want to know. There’s definitely a larger organisation in the background, but who they are or what else they do is a closely. This was replied with a warning to stay silent and be careful. She clicked once to acknowledge.The tension hung in the air as the truck continued on. Soon it was out of sight. A few minutes passed and the western sentry reported that the truck had cleared the hill to the North and was out of sight.Time passed and Silver radioed her observations to the command center. Her relief, in the form of Matthew, came at the regularly scheduled time. He was walking across the road, when suddenly he looked. "Ew don't touch me!" She recoiled, slapping the back of my hand on her ankle, "A loser as no right touching her superior winner." Sorry Miss-" I nervously replied quickly pulling my hand away from her foot."Go on, lick the feet of your superior." She impatiently commanded.I nervously swallowed a bit of spit in my mouth, and with my tongue held out, I leaned in and licked the sole of her soft wet foot. It tasted so salty from the sweat that covered it. I did a long slow lick from her heel right. If it had orchestrated today’s meet, manipulated Faye’s behaviour. She didn’t care, this was toomuch fun. The sexual tension between the two women was huge and Faye knew before the day was out Sara would be begging her to make her cum. A small hesitant voice, ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Haven’t you ever tasted yourself on a lover’s cock. Licked your own juices of their hard meat after they’d been in your pussy? Tasted both your secretions mixed as he finishes in your hot waiting mouth?’ Sara’s eyes closed.