Meeting My Mistress Chapter 64

As everyone was celebrating, I changed into my road trip clothes. I snuck upstairs to see Terri. The weekend nurse, Kelly, was working.

Hi Bree.

Hi Kelly.

You're just in time, I was about to wake her.

Great Kelly, can I have a few minutes alone with her?

5 tops Bree.

Thanks, Kelly. We walk in the room. Kelly opens the chamber. About a minute later Terri stirs. Hi sweetheart I say.

Bree??? Is that you?

Yes, Terribear is me.

I missed you so much.

I missed you too honey. Her face is still swollen but it looks a lot better.

How are you feeling?

Like I was mugged and beaten up, she said.

I wanted to see you before I left.

Your leaving?

Only overnight, business, I will be back tomorrow night late. I hear you'll be out by the weekend.

What day is it?

Sunday Terribear.

All week?

Yes, sweetie, relax.

Why am I talking funny?

It's the drugs, honey. Just relax; you're healing nicely; I didn't want Terri to know about the tongue split Sophia gave her.

But to be fair Terri did sign the consent form for it.

I love you, I gotta run, rest up, I love you.

I love you too.

Kelly walks in as I walk out.

Thanks, Kelly.

Thanks for keeping it short Bree.

You're welcome.

I arrive downstairs. Keith was dressed in jeans, black boots,s, and a very tight Under Amour t-shirt. With a light oversized jacket. He's wearing his shoulder holster.

Ready? Asked Keith.

Let me grab my purse, I said. We say our byes, and we are off. Alexis kisses him long and deep, and Becky and I kiss the same.

The Road Trip.

We hop in my car and head east. Keith likes 2 lane roads.

Why aren't we on the highway? I asked.

I knew the answer but I wanted to hear him say it.

It's a lot harder to follow us and not get made. Plus, there are fewer traffic cameras as well as dash cams.

Bree I forgot to ask, is your permit good in Nevada?

Yes, it's 49 state permit.

Good because if we get stopped and questioned it could get messy.

Keith about my friend Russ. He's a bit of a paranoid and conspiracy nut. It's best to say as little as possible. After our tour in South America, he kind of went off the rails. He was held captive by the Cartel for over a week. We got him out with a DEA raid. But he hasn't been the same since. That's why he works alone.

If he's so paranoid, why use him?

Because he hates billionaires more than anyone. He believes all billionaires are in league with all the drug cartels. Whatever you do don't tell him you're a cop. If we have to, I'll tell him.

Okay, said Rick.

After almost 6 hours on the road, we checked into our hotel suite. I've got 90 minutes to get ready. Keith lets me shower first, we've no time for hanky panky. I do my makeup, nighttime black, silver smokey eye with a touch of red. I get my red wrap dress on and heels I wear black stockings and a garter belt. I wear my new padded half-cup bra. It gives me full-size D-cups. 30 minutes left I paint my nails red to match my dress and shoes.

The Steak house

Keith is ready 20 minutes after the shower. Alexis really does pick his clothes. Black Armani Suit no tie. Black Prada men's leather shoes and a Bright blue silk shirt. He looks like a GQ men's model.

We made it to Bimini Steak House 15 minutes early. Keith and I get a drink at the bar. I have a Cosmo, and Keith has a Guinness Draft. I looked at him and said I'm picking up the tab tonight.

How's that going look? He asked

It will look like you paid for it as I slip a wad of cash into his pocket as I kiss him. Russ pays for nothing tonight; if he wants a second dinner for take-out, it's on us.

Understood Bree.

As far as he's concerned, you are exactly who you are: a P.I. for our firm.

The waiter seats us in a private seating area, and the waitress brings our drinks. 7:05 pm Russ walks in. He starts looking for us and the hostess leads him to our table. Russ's hair is almost all white he looks a lot older than he is.

There must be a mistake I'm supposed to meet an old friend.

No mistake, Russ; please sit. He sits down.

I'm sorry who are you?

Russ, it's me, Brock, or rather Brianna, now.

But, you, you are a woman! Yes, and many things have changed over the years. He begins to stand up. Russ, please allow me to explain. At least stay for dinner and drink, please our treat.

Okay, Brock, Brianna, whatever your name is. But I'm sure I don't know who you are.

Russ, do you remember when we deployed? We had that lousy mechanic who couldn't fix a thing? His nickname was Handy. I ended up fixing most of his mistakes.

What was my nickname, Brianna? We called you Joker.

Where am I from originally Brianna?

Silver City, New Mexico.

It is you!

Yes, Russ, it is. Please call me Bree. This is Keith he's an investigator at the law firm I work for.

Pleased to meet you, Russ; they shake hands firmly. Bree says, You great tech guy.

Bree, why the change? I mean, last I knew, you had a wife, family, kids, and a good job.

That's true, Russ. A little over a year ago, they were killed in a car/semi accident.

How'd you survive?

I wasn't there Russ. The survivor's guilt almost killed me. I was chatting with a woman online that actually helped me. After 6 months of depression and coming very close to killing myself, my father insisted I travel and visit family.

I was visiting Carol in LA when my online woman invited me to visit. Turns out she was my sister's best friend and business partner. Long story short, after a ton of therapy and brutal honesty, here I am, a changed person. I'm off my PTSD meds, my depression is nil. I have a wife who loves me and whom I adore. I've never been happier.

How are you doing?

My wife left with the kids shortly after the last time we talked. But I saw the kids twice a month up until recently. They're both in college at Arizona State. All I have now is my shop and my Charger.

You still have the 69 Charger? 440 6 pack, right?

Yea, You really are Brock I mean Bree!

Still, have you the 71 Camaro?

69 Camaro, and yes, I just finished it.

Bree still hasn't taken me for a drive yet.

No surprise, Keith, that's her baby. She's had that car for over 20 years.

Almost 30 years, I said.

The waiter comes over. Are you ready to order?

24oz ribeye medium, baked potato, and Ceaser salad, said Keith.

I'll have the same, said Russ, and Maker's Mark on the Rocks said, Russ.

6oz tenderloin medium and spinach salad, please, no potato.

Another round sir? Just water please said Keith,

Ma'am?

Another Cosmo and water for the table, please.
Of course, said the waiter.

You really are a woman now, said Russ.

Not quite yet, but in time, I will be. My wife is pregnant, it's a girl.

When's she due? Asked Russ. About 6 months.
We're excited. We want one more child before I have my final surgery.

Anyone special in your life Russ?

No, I'm all alone, just me and my shop. Truth be told I've been very busy lately. California's billionaires. Even that bitch State Congresswoman Preston has been hounding me for secure cellular devices.

Sally Preston?

I asked.

You know her? Asked Russ.
Yes, Becky, my wife, was representing Mr Preston in their divorce.

Did you sell her anything? Hell no, I hate that bitch; she fucked over a family friend and stole their vineyard.

Really? What's the name of the family?

Mumford!

Can you prove any of that?

Actually, I can! I tracked the tax case and the purchase of the land. The vineyard never made it to state auction like is legally required.

Really?

Yes Really. It was offered to a shell company that was owned by Compton Enterprises. It was shuffled through 6 different shell corporations before it was offered for sale by a real estate company owned by...

I said Compton Enterprise?

You got it, Bree.

I see you haven't lost those skills we acquired with the DEA.

It was then sold to another shell corporation owned by Ms Preston and Martin Compton. The final sale has Ms Preston's name on it. So there were no other offers made on the property?

Not one!.

But that's not the best part!

It gets better? I asked.

Much better! Russ said.

When it was sold, it was sold for a third of what it was worth, and it was purchased in full through three different accounts leading back to Preston's election campaign accounts.

Do you have all this documented? Asked Keith.

I have everything.

Did you tell the Mumford family? Asked Keith.

No, no one! Not until now, I told no one. I only tell you two because of Bree here. I know you can handle yourself, Keith, And I'm betting Bree's wearing a thigh holster with a mini Glock 40 or PPK. I'm also betting you have a Sig converted,357 magnum automatic under that 3000-dollar jacket.

You are correct, Russ.

I'll give you guys everything tomorrow under one condition: don't tell the Mumford family, and do not give it to the Feds until the last second.
Preston has connections with the SEC and the Department of Justice.

I'll see too, said Keith. It's my job to protect my family. Keith placed his hand on my shoulder. My firm is my family, Russ, said Keith

It's funny you mentioned a vineyard. Is it a vineyard/winery by chance?

Yes.

Would your family or friends happen to be
Mumford as in Cherrie Mumford?

How do you know that, Bree?

I ran into Cherrie Mumford last week. She's a big fan of my wife.

Wait a minute, Rebecca Stapleton is your wife?

Yes, she is.

Russ, do you trust me?

Of course, you're one of the very few. Give me everything you have and mail hard copies to the law firm. Here's my card. Don't fax it or email it!

Of course Bree.

Send a second copy to Carol's office in LA. I will have Carol and Becky look at it. I can't promise anything, but if what you have is verifiable there's a good chance we can help.

Keith, you look familiar. You played defensive Back at USC?

Yes, I did. I was surprised you didn't go pro. Said Russ.

Marine Corp said Keith. ROTC and Recon and Sniper.

You know Bree covered us on overwatch a couple times. She saved our ass a few times. Said Russ.

She told me that she is also very skilled at counter-surveillance.

We both are, said Russ.

The waiter brings out dinner. Can I get anyone another drink?

Just some more water please, said Keith.

I have another favor to ask, are the phones activated?

Yes Russ said.

We need them registered under Keith's P.I. firm. Not the law office. Keith has a contract with the firm. Done, as long as it's a legit business.

It is Russ, said Keith. I'm licensed in California, Nevada, Arizona, Oregon, and Washington.

Impressive, Keith. Are you a cop?

Shit! Keith thinks to himself. I know what Bree told me but if he's half as trained as Bree, he already knows the answer.

Yes, California state reserve police.

I thought so, said Russ. I can always tell.
We are not here on police business, Russ.
I know I do my homework. I didn't know about you. Bree, but not you. I knew about your law firm 5 minutes after our call. You're good, Keith; I know you can be trusted because Bree trusts you.

Besides you haven't asked for anything illegal. I do have one favor to ask. I asked

What's that?

Wait 30 days to deposit the cash.

Not a problem said, Russ.

We finish dinner and say goodbye until morning. I hug Russ and kiss his cheek.

Thanks, Russ, you're a great friend.

So are you, I missed you too.

The valet brings up his truck. It's an older Chevy 2500 Duramax diesel, all black and blacked out everywhere. The valet pulls up my Audi.

Nice ride he says.

A gift from my wife, I said.

She must love you, said Russ.

She does and I love her even more.

The hotel

Keith and I got back to the hotel. It's been a long day. We start stripping down. Keith's eyes light up at my naked body. I said, down boy, I need to clean up first. Keith showers while I start my routine.

I see his naked body step in the shower and I get excited. My little clitty starts leaking with the thought of him in me. I finish undressing and join him in the shower. Keith is completely hairless; his skin looks glossy, all wet.

I said you missed your back sweetheart. Allow me! I pump an excessive amount of soap on my hands and wash his back. I use a massaging motion.

Feel better big boy?

Alexis gave a few tips to please him. Alexis told me to make him beg to cum when I orally service him. That's going to be tough, but I will do my best. I wash his back from the neck, down. I lightly drag my nails across hairless skin. He softly moans as I worship his muscular back.

As I wash his ass, I grope it. It's firm and tight. He spreads his legs, as I wash his crack and sweet hole to find a plug. It's engraved! "Property of Alexis". I play with it. Keith coos! I've never heard of a man coo. I think to myself this will be fun. I play with the plug little by little.

Does my big boy like that? Are you my big boy? How's it feel big boy?

Keith moans the occasional yes!

His penis is as hard as I've ever seen it. I pulled the plug, washed, and rinsed his sweet hairless hole. I start rimming him. He braces himself as I rim him and play with his golf ball-sized testicles. His body quivers as I continue my rimming worship. Keith uses all his concentration to brace himself up. He's my puppet for now. I slide between his legs and begin my oral worship. Keith is a disciplined man and lover. He keeps his moans soft and low. I can tell he wants to scream.

I keep two fingers on his sweet hole. I feel a pulse and twitch Much like Ian does a minute before swells. I slow down and kiss and lick his balls. I lick his shaft, looking him in the eyes; I kiss the head of his god-like manhood. I wrap my split tongue around it and go up and down on him with my tongue on each side. He begins to beg me to make him cum. He's on the edge, exactly where I want him. I smile and intensify my oral service, keeping on edge. He uses all his strength to hold himself up. I can feel his legs shake.

I return my full oral service while using 3 fingers on his hole. I slip two fingers inside his hole massaging his prostate as I continue bobbing up and down. He swells, I feel it,

Ohhh Gawd Breee!!!!!.

He cums in wave after wave of creamy goodness. I continue my prostate tease as he pumps more and more into my mouth. I save the last bits of his alpha seed. I lick the tip and pull out my fingers. I quickly wash my hands and kiss him deeply in a snowball French kiss.

Oh, Bree, that was incredible, but I haven't washed you yet.

That's a very sweet, big boy, but the night isn't over.

So dry off, relax, and recover. I will be there in a couple of minutes.

Yes Ma'am was all Keith could say. I finish showering, and pull my ringlets in a high piled ponytail pulled back tightly.

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