She bent her back a bit to make herself shorter and more inconspicuous. Her hair was never girly perfect. She had it cut so that from the back she loo...ed like a boy with her shorn black, almost cobalt blue, hair. She accentuated this by wearing baggy shirts and a sometimes her old Wrangler denim jacket, but always with denim trousers. I’d never seen her wear a dress, although she did have the kind of figure that could carry it. My bit on the side, that wasn’t my bit on the side one eye. Cormac wasn't very pleased with the way I had spoken to the King and he was in a surly mood. I could barely get two words out of him as he escorted us to the rooms that had been set aside for us. He was nothing compared to Brenda! She was like a volcano ready to blow.The 'room' turned out to be a suite. Once again no expense had been spared in furnishing the receiving room, the bedroom, bathroom and even the small bedroom, which was clearly intended for a servant.Cormac spoke to us at last and. I was glad to be back. I was glad to have helped Jerry and was quite pleased with the payment swelling my bank account. But it had been an agonising, soul-searching week away.I felt bipolar, my mood swinging from pure unadulterated pleasure at the sexual side of Cassie's and my relationship, to deep depression and even shame for succumbing to her and betraying her mother, Mary, a wonderful woman I'd known for fifteen years.Work had helped take my mind off the problem, but it hung like low,. When she stood up the deck lights would shine through her dress making her panties visible. I got up from the table to help Liz and she turned and planted a huge kiss on me right in front of Ted and Pam. She explored my mouth with her tongue and my hands went straight to her ass to pull her into me.After the kiss I whispered to her, “Getting turned on yet?” and she reached and cupped my erect cock and squeezed. I could have fucked her in front of our friends right then, but caught myself and.