Diane the Sex Slave Ch. 06

That was it no more conversation, just me kissing and tasting her feet. I knew she was enjoying it by the odd murmur.

"You know I could be of use to you while Uncle Jack is here."

She opened her eyes and began looking at me with suspicion. Her head went back on the couch.

"Go on then, I'll humour you," she mumbled.

I kissed the balls of her feet.

"I could keep him out of the way while you have dinner parties."

"I shall employ someone for that. It doesn't solve my problem though does it? I don't want him here, come to that I don't want you here anymore either."

My heart sunk and I got off my knees.

"Go on be on your merry little way."

She didn't even open her eyes. I went out into the hall and picked up my bag.

"Leave the key on the telephone table!" she called.