“Marta, I’m Faye Millerton. So lovely to meet you.” I offered my hand and she took it with little grace. Her sulky mouth turned down even furthe... if that were possible.“I love your dress!” I said brightly although to be perfectly honest it was a hideous confection, about twenty years too young for her and six inches too short. This arch flattery did though seem to cheer her up a bit.“And I love yours too – is it a Mandy Lord?” Was I the only one alive who hadn’t heard of Lord until recently.. .I promise. I'll be good....I'll do whatever you say. Iswear. Oh! No! Don't!"Finished attaching the strap on, Madam Simms paid little attention towhat Paul was saying. Still without a word, she reached down andgrabbing him by the collar of his blouse yanked him up. Holding himfirmly she leered into his face and smiling a most evil smile, pulledhim up and over on to his stomach.She lashed out with her cat of nine tails hitting him squarely on hisexposed bloomer clad bottom. He screamed and tried. She stared at me with those green eyes on fire and hoisted her dress up. All the while my heart was racing."Eat my cunt Jessica" was all she said. It was a command. An order. I had no choice in this matter. My own body was an oven of hot sexual arousal.Before me was the most glorious sight of her hairless mound. She had not worn underwear. Almost as if she expected to find a willing pussy eater that day. Well the truth is she had. I wanted to please her and so I worked my way between my legs. Day-Sea behind me.“Switch out that glass for one of these,” she said and held up a bottle of wine and two wineglasses. “We have some celebrating to do.” I laughed and gave her a smile.“Alright then,” I say and Mrs. Day-Sea places the bottle on the kitchen counter together with the two glasses and pours up wine for the both of us.“Cheers to you Eric, you’ve really done a fantastic job,” she says as she touches my glass with her own.I raise my glass and take a drink. I enjoyed the taste, at least.