Is tonight when she's returned home?"Diane's eyes widened slightly. "Well, yes, but how did you--?" Just thinking back to how you've acted towards the... evening every other Sunday."God, am I that obvious? Diane thought."Are you worried about her?"Diane drew her knees towards her chest. "I guess I am, a little bit. I mean ... not ... not that anything bad happens to her while she's there."Janet gave her daughter a speculative look which Diane was unsure how to interpret. Diane was still surprised. She told him that he should not try to fuck her and that only her husband can fuck her. The boy agreed and was happy that his Mistress would let him play with her and cum on her whenever they had a massage session.She often started to get massaged by the Servant Boy now and she let him rub is tool on her wherever he pleased. He spared no opportunity and rubbed his cock on her huge ass, her smooth shaved pussy and came all over her every time he massaged my mom. On a few occasions he would make. But I would marry you tonight if that were what you wanted.”An older woman at the next table leaned over and said to Nina, “My dear, under the laws of this territory, you are already married to this gentleman. Common law marriages are perfectly legal, and you only have to tell someone that you are married for it to be considered official.”“Very well, I will announce to the world that I, Nina Foch, am married to Alphonse Terhune. Okay, Al, what do you say?”“You have convinced me, Nina. I,. I gestured to the end of the sofa, where I had left a blanket earlier in the night before I had gone to bed. She wrapped herself, then sat where the blanket had been, sadness and distress evident in her body language and especially in her eyes. ‘I’ll get the tea,’ I offered, and a few minutes later, as I handed the tea to her, she actually gave me a slight smile: the first hint of true humanity within her since she had appeared on my doorstep. We sat in silence for a long while: She was.