She didn’t bother closing the door and reached back to unzip the dress even as she was still walking. She pulled her arms clear and the material poo...ed around her feet. She left it on the end of the bed and walked into the adjoining bathroom. He didn’t come after her. She switched on the shower and stepped under, careful not to get her hair wet as she washed methodically. She hoped he’d join her while knowing he wouldn’t but there was still the idea of it; of his stepping in behind her, his. His thoughts drifted back to the events just prior to his departure, he reached for the cellular phone in the arm rest of his seat and quickly pushed the preset button on the phone, it auto-dialed the number for his home in San Fransisco. Before he heared a second ring, the phone was answered by his butler, he informs him that his plane is two hours away from the airport, and that his car and driver should be waiting for him when he arrived there."Very good sir", the butler answered. "Do you. York looks up, her golden hair falling over her eyes, and smirks wickedly. I nod in understanding as she closes her pink lips on the head of my member and takes it into her mouth. The noise of her sloppy sucking fills the quiet room and I see her face scrunched in concentration as she gives me head. Soon she pops the cock out of her mouth and, using the back of her tongue, glides it down my length in one long stroke. Then Ms. York unbuttons her suit in a slow and sensuous way, licking her. As if reading my thoughts Krish started speaking. "We had a note, sent from the Royal Netherlands Embassy, asking us to be on the lookout for de La Zouche, only a few days before he broke into your house." Why were the Cloggies on the lookout for him?"Krish explained that the reason de La Zouche had not been seen at the French Cock, after Woody and I had encountered him at the Château d'Hougoumont, was that he had been arrested by the Dutch authorities when he attempted to board a cross channel.