"0ooooooh, I'm going mad for it! Mmmmmm, get with it, man! Get your cock out! I want to feel your meat in me!" No way, baby!" he laughed. "No way you'...e going to get off this quickly. I want you begging me first."He went back after her nipples and tits. His fingers stayed at her clit, sending fiery spasms rippling through her pussy. He turned his face from one tit to the other, kissing and sucking and tonguing until she was hardly able to breathe from her surging excitement.She was panting. It wasn’t clear how this was going to work. I decided to go sit on the sofa adjacent to where Vince was sitting with my family. As I started to sit Vince gave me a stare that I knew meant “no”. I caught myself and stood back up, backing away slightly. Kate giggled, catching what had just happened.“So mean,” she clucked with a smile.It got meaner.“Maid, when you are waiting for instructions you will stand quietly and out of the way.”He had never been so direct with me in front of the kids. I. ?Hmmmm. Goes with the ambience, you mean?? Cathy looked at the gray walls, the gray floors, and the gray furniture. ?That would be my guess,? she said, handing me a grayish towel. ?Just a shot in the dark.? Just then the lead gray telephone began ringing. ?Room 221,? Cathy said into the receiver. ?Yes this is Ms. Morrison?s room. Yes the Private TS Investigator who? s been on all the chat shows. Who wants to see her? Who?s Sir Richard Sterling? Oh, Scotland Yard?yes I HAVE heard of Scotland. She had been concerned ever since the early 70’s when the country had gone through an ‘energy crisis’ when oil prices had spiked and there was a gasoline shortage. Her father Charles had been pissed during that time, constantly muttering about how OPEC and the United States government were keeping the country dependent on oil when there were plenty of alternative energy sources available that were not being explored! But because of his job with the FBI, Charles was prevented from going any.