I knew I had to be methodical. I hired another investigator to do a discreet check for electronic eavesdropping devices. My house, car, phone. Eureka!... There was a bug attached to my car and another to my landline. Nothing else. No nanny cams or hidden mikes or anything else, though he warned me about cell phones in general. The two things were probably enough. They weren't even very expensive.While I talked to the investigator, I had a vision of Alice smearing come all over her body.There were. Wendy's mouth bobbed up and down my shaft.They were amazing. “Switch!”The first lady slid her mouth off my cock with a wet plop. Drool ran down her chin. Her daughter's head popped up, smeared in my pussy cream. The daughter sucked my dick into her mouth with hunger while the mother went low.My balls rested on her forehead as she attacked my pussy. She licked at me. Lapped. Her tongue swept through my folds. The pleasure flared in me. I groaned, my face contorting in bliss. I shuddered, loving. An independent streak that Grandfather said she got from her mother didn’t help either. The men that had been interested in her found her too forward and opinionated. Not very good wife material. She also exuded an unconscious sex appeal that men liked in a mistress, but disturbed them when contemplating a wife. Well, now what? No horse. No water. No food. And it should be dark in about an hour. Why had she thought that she would remember that short cut? Annie had only taken her that way once. George showed her Hans Holbein's divine portrait of Princess Christina - daughter of the last Catholic King of Denmark and Norway and painted at the instigation of Henry VIII. Henry had been smitten, but Christina was not. "She is reported to have said 'If I had two heads, one should be at the King of England's disposal'," George chuckled.Hannah was spooked over how the princess' eyes seemed to be following her around the gallery. "Cool girl. How old was she?" she asked"Christina? Barely 16 I.