"Tommy!" she slurred and wrapped herself around me,"Perfect timing baby" she ground herself into me and pressed her mouth onto mine."Take me to bed To...mmy and fuck me" You're drunk mum" I said and pulled her arms from around my neck."She giggled, "I know baby and I'm fucking horny too, come to bed and fuck me while I tell you about me and Brenda" Brenda?"I had to turn away from her, the stench of stale booze and tobacco was very unpleasant."Yes Brenda, you remember!" Yeah I remember her all. My tracker surveillance had failed to detect any unusual or suspicious activity on her part and I began to relax. She started go back to see the psychiatrist again on Wednesday evenings since Grace felt she needed some psychotherapy and she felt comfortable with the psychiatrist who had agreed to do more psychotherapy with her even though it wasn’t her field.. I changed my alert boundaries to account for travel to the psychiatrist’s office again. Grace had told me that she had applied for a. She could imagine him accepting a denial from her; he had, after all, treated her with remarkable gentleness since the first time. Taking her refusal or taking her refused body were both consistent with the Karl whom she was beginning to know; begging was not.But, even if she could have sorted those complex thoughts into simple words, she was not prepared to share them with Lady Alice. Partly it was a sense of her own privacy. Partly it was consideration for her bedmate.This woman, she had. I felt her hand slip beneath my skirt, her fingers lifting and stretching my thong tight against my pussy, she was flossing my slit.Eager to repay the favour I slipped a hand of my own inside that silk dress and found nothing but warm, smooth skin. I caressed her firm butt cheeks, traced the curves and planes of her body, let my fingers feel her heat, her moisture, her excitement. All this time our mouths were joined.We spent the next couple of hours in a daze, did we dance or did we fuck to.