This changed the whole dynamic as her arse was now in my face and her head was pressed against my boner trying to hold my hips down, I continued to th...ust (gently) as she wiggled on my face and in order the breath I had to push my tongue out which made contact with her crack where the panties were wedged, this must have tickled her because she wiggled a bit forcing her cheeks to part and my tongue to push her panties towards her shaded hole. She was putting up a good fight as her head pressed. I think she waspushing me to see what her limits were, and she kepton after I warned her that I'd wash her mouth out withsoap if she kept it up. Perhaps Cassie thought it wasjust a figure of speech. Anyway, I told her "That'sit! You are getting a much overdue mouth soaping!"I took Cassie by the hand and led her to the kitchen.Then I got a medium sized plastic bowl out and re-trieved a bar of Ivory soap. As I put some water intothe bowl I told Cassie to get one of the kitchen chairsand bring it. Miss Carson had told me off for appearing downstairs with streaks of coal on my face and had ordered me into the wash room to clean up; no fun at all with cold water!I just got back into the hall when one of the bells up on the wall rang. Looking up at the jangling bell, I could see it had been rung in the Green Bedroom.“That will be Miss Addison expecting her tea. There’s a tray over there with a fresh pot. You can take it up to her if you can remember where that is?”Recalling the stinging. It was an amazing day. First there was breakfast in a little off the road cafe, followed by a trip to an art museum. Next we picked up lunch for a deli and drove to the river to have a picnic. Next he took us to a parking lot just outside of the city before catching a cab downtown. We walked around site seeing and chatting. In all things he took the lead. From picking out where we ate to leading me through crowded sidewalks. I knew that if I had voiced dissent or concern he would have listened,.