I see glimpses of her right ear as his fingers catch and releases large portions of the lovely red. The hand she doesn’t have on him slips off his l...wer back and buttocks and between her own legs. I picture my open hand slamming into her ear.His sudden moan breaks my trance and gives me some concern. This can’t end too soon, but sometimes it does happen. In those cases there’s no way to reset. He’ll be embarrassed and thinking more clearly, wine waves in his mind receding as he looks to exit. Two hours later I was in Blackburn at one of my regular customers, John a nice young man he was tall well eductaed with blond hair and blue eyes and always smelt of Aramis aftershave he had worked hard to build his business up and it seemed to have paid off, after the usual frendly niceties John placed a good order with me then we sat chating and drinking turkish coffee for a short while until I knew it was time to go and with his order and a cheque for the payment in my case we shook hands and. ” he drew out the word, one hand delicately brushing some stray hair that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear. “Did you think I wasn’t going to say anything about it?” he whispered into her ear as he leaned forward, causing her eyes to flutter closed at the sensation of his breath so close to her neck. “Did you think you’d go unreprimanded?” She shivered at his words, squirming in her seat again & glancing up at him sideways. She looked genuinely terrified - he didn’t blame her, no. "Hockley nodded. "Very good, Sir. And about the information that's been so thoroughly leaked?"Durand considered his options grimly. "We'll call a special session of the House of Commons, and announce it then. We don't have a choice, do we?" He sighed. "And first thing in the morning, get that squadron – what squadron is that? - back to their home base." Yes, Sir," Hockley responded evenly. "That would be No. 468 Squadron 'City of Ajax', Sir. Temporarily assigned to RCAF Station Willow Lake.".