The maid then looked at the empty tray and left without leaving the second tray of food. Jennifer thought that they had obviously got confused. She do...bted that she could eat more anyway since she was pretty full, her stomach grumbling to confirm that.Soon the maid returned, still carrying the second tray of food. A whip mistress came in with her."Where did you get this tray?" A maid brought it mistress. I wasn't told not to eat it so I ate it. I am sorry if I wasn't supposed to mistress.". "Here you go Sir."Richard read the information on Kenneth's family: John Thompson retired First Lieutenant USMC age 56, wife Martha Thompson age 45, one sister Jenny Thompson age 18."Michelle? Coffee ... oh thank you, Michelle." Lifting the cup and taking a sip he said, "Michelle have you been watching the news on what is going on in Nevada?"Startled that he even asked her opinion, she said, "Yes, Sir. I have."Richard waited for more of a response and when she did not continue, he asked, "What. ”But he could, even in the near darkness, see that she was staring at him and her eyes were opened wide. Her jaw was jutting forward and locked in place. She was panting for breath. Cal set his dish of custard in the cup holder in the console.“Why did you want to come here if the place upsets you?” he asked.“I saw my Aunt Flora in a dream the other night,” Roxie said. “She was wandering in a room with no light, bumping into things she couldn’t see. There was a lamp, but she refused to turn it. He’s just looking at me. Searching in my eyes for something I’m unsure of. I close my eyes for a moment and I feel his lips press against mine. A soft, slow kiss that increasingly becomes more passionate. His hands have now made their way to the small of my back, our embrace bringing our bodies tightly against each other. His tongue is wrestling with mine, exploring my mouth. His hands move down my ass, giving each cheek a firm squeeze. I moan into his mouth as I feel him tugging my jeans over.