I looked down the vertical openings when I could and up at other times. I could see no light from any portals in the darkness. It also felt funny to l...an over the hole. Part of it was fear of falling but this was not all. I put out my arm and surprisingly I did not feel the weight at all. I kicked some of the ever-present dust into the hole but it only fell very slowly as if gravity in the vertical shaft was much less than in the corridor.It was not long before I had my guard detail in here. Do you need help getting these to your car?’ I started to say no, but Brenda said it was all part of the service, so I accepted her offer. She pushed the trolley, and I walked behind. She was much older than me, attractive in her own way, hair coloured and neat. A little matronly, I thought, but still found my eye drawn to Brenda’s backside as she pushed the trolley. I directed her to the corner spot where I was parked. I was still sporting a semi, it had been a week or so since I’d last had. Being longer than Syd, plus Syd having no clue what was he doing, the guy was putting up a much better show and Syd was kind of enjoying it.Holding his dick at various angles and flexing it for Syd to see, the guy in the next booth gestured Syd towards the door of his booth. Syd, the shy, afraid, wary and reluctant Syd; just could not think any better and he was in the next booth with the brother in seconds and also holding his more than a foot long cock in his hand and the guy held Sydney’s. I had several Cambrai cheeses for Gerard De Pardieu, Baron d'Abbeville, and also some questions: how was it that de La Zouche had known my London address, and thus followed me when I left for France?The road from Dover passed through an area of London, south of the river Thames, known as the Elephant and Castle. Baron d'Abbeville had lodgings near the coaching inn that gave the area its name, so it made sense for me to call on him before going on to Queen Street, and then reporting to Colonel.