..Appleyard is speaking again. “ ... we at the Foreign Office keep a very careful diary of events to record all enquires made and all advice given �...� as well as events in the world, of course. It was an easy matter to search for enquires made by a Mr Larry Ross and by Freddie Clegg Enterprises and, on the other hand, enquires made by us to the Americans and to MI5 about an intelligence operation in the UK.”Grantby’s heart sinks further...“But the point is that there were no enquires logged. No. We drove for quite some time, until we drove way out into the boonies, big time! We spotted this huge field of clover growing on the right side of the country road, so we found a dirt road leading into it. Bob's road, I presumed? Ha ha. Driving in just far enough not to be spotted from the road, we grabbed our picnic lunch & the blanket & headed out into the middle of the field. Finding what seemed to be a safe spot, I spread the army blanket out. Hey, it's green so we'll show up a bit less. After seeing me in the afternoon, he confirmed that I was a slut and he decided to fuck me at any cost.While finishing his talk, he came forward and inserted his finger into my pussy. I left a soft moan, and he continued finger fucking me. Then he inserted two fingers into my pussy and stretched it making me moan loudly.He smiled said, “Madam looks like you are not fucked by a real man yet. You need a real man who can really fuck you like a woman; looks like your partners are not real men”. I. Davenport," he answered, wondering what she was planning as he moved towards her house."Oh," she gushed, "Do call me Molly." And I'm Derek."As they walked down the side of the house, Molly took his hand quite unnecessarily and led him into the kitchen. The tap was, indeed, very tight, but once he had freed it, Derek found nothing wrong with it. He did notice that the metal seemed a little rough to the touch. Had he been able to see into the kitchen ten minutes earlier, Derek would have realised.