I gripped her head to my chest and felt her sob as she made no effort to move away. She looked up at me through that childish eye makeup, which made h...er seem even more innocent and delicate when stained with tears, and I felt the desire to protect overcome by the desire to love.I kissed her hard on the mouth, pulling her head into mine with the hand which had a moment ago been stroking her hair like a father. She made no attempt to resist, returning my kiss eagerly, and hungrily slipping her. Patrick shoved his face down when she did, and his tongue slipped inside. Viscous semen coated it as he lapped and sucked at her, barely noticing the following two smacks. Smita bucked, grinding into his face, and her husband, reading the signs, paused his spanking to push him down harder, their combined cum plastering his chin. When she came again, a flood of liquid squirted out, flushing out more coagulating clumps of his earlier climax with it.“Good boy,” Smita gasped. “Maybe we should hire. Senor Gonzales is happy to meet up with you again.”The 13 students all milled around looking a bit bored. Tracey was at the rear of the group and Mr. Chambers at the front. Then he called her forward.“The curator of this museum is a good friend of mine,” he told her. “I’d like to wait here until he arrives. Please go and sign us all in.”Tracey walked across to the counter and Maria produced a form for her to sign. It was all in Spanish so she didn’t understand a word of it but the girl assured. "He smiled.I smiled.Arnault would have smiled had he still been here.Most of the men, boys, I knew would not have smiled. They would not be content to let a woman take charge like that."It's very good Caesar Salad," said Jeff.Arnault cleared and came back with orange sorbet.Jeff giggled. This was clearly one of those times when no words were necessary. We just sat there and ate and enjoyed being together.A busgirl cleared and Arnault returned with a soup."Roasted acorn squash soup with duck.