She pulled my shirt out of my pants and threw it off. She grabbed my belt and walked me to the bed. Pushing me down she got on top and started kissing...my while opening my pants. She she kept kissing me deep as her hands moved over my ever increasing boner.'Hard day hubby? Looks like something else is getting hard too' she whispered.Taking my pants down she started kissing my belly and when she reached my boxers she put the top between her teeth and peeled them down. My raging hard dick popped. Sadly, that rarely happens, at least not in any meaningful way. I believe in doing no harm, but if you do, then you need to do what you can to make it right.”“Exactly,” she agreed.“I miss talking to you, Anala. Would you come for dinner some night soon?”“I’m actually free on Friday; Prajesh will be out of town.”“Great! See you then!” I said.Wednesday’s mail brought the formal request to testify at a hearing set for Tuesday, December 11th. Kara received her letter requesting a written statement. ”“I can’t wait to hear how you make out with this,” Autumn said excitedly.June promised to fill her in when she got home, and both girls then went to bed.The following afternoon, June pulled into Gayle’s apartment and parked in front of her door alongside Gayle’s Ford. She sat for a few minutes going over the questions she wanted to ask Gayle before exiting the car and walked to the door and rang the doorbell. Immediately she heard the barking of a dog and stepped back, taken by surprise. She. ”“And you keep interrupting. A very bad habit. Report to the cellar and I will discipline you shortly.”Tima's face blanched. She put the tray down on the desk then ran to the door. Collecting herself, she remembered her curtsey before leaving.Patricia turned to me. “Only way to deal with slaves. Otherwise, if you let them, they walk all over you. Well, no-one's walking over me.” She poured us both a glass of lemonade. It was very refreshing. Worth the wait in my opinion, but maybe Patricia had.