" A few minutes later Mary replied, "I am detecting two such red flags as you put it Sire. The first is a very old man whose records indicate that he ...has been with the company for well over 20 years. The times that are in his records do not coincide with the information that is available. The other appears to be a young man but the pictures of him indicate a much older man."Derrick looked over the records still not able to tell if either might be Thomas. It was obvious that Thomas had damn near. Even in those few moments Ellen noticed a particular lack of warmth between mother and daughter.“My Uncle tells me that you are to tutor me?” the child asked.Ellen smiled, a self-deprecating smile.“Only insofar as my own limited knowledge will suffice, Your Highness,” she answered.“You have been to India though, haven’t you?”“Yes, indeed, Your Highness. What do you wish to know?”“We shall have tea,” the girl said.The governess pointed at the table. She and Ellen both waited until the girl was. Her hips swayed erotically from side to side, the way African American seem to have turned into an art form, she was one very sexy young lady. She greeted me and we chatted as she took my order, asking how my weekend home had been, how my day had gone etc., the small talk of people who are comfortable in each others company. I asked her about college and how the course was going, the usual stuff, before she left for the kitchen with my order. Before she went, she filled my coffee cup and left. Casey's areolas even wrinkled tightly around her nipples sticking out into the dining room in extreme length. She took a finger and circled around one as Blair now quickened her fingers inside her even more dampening personal incision. The feeling of both made Casey moan and close her eyes as she now squeezed her firm breast. Her long nipple slipped between her fingers as she did. Casey felt her extended sexual projection slide between her fingers. It was hot and full and she could not help.