The lady cowered, unable to answer.A voice came from the other side of the room as a man rose from his desk.“I am sorry, Madam, but Mr Cavenagh is m...re of a silent partner in this establishment. He looks in once or twice a month to check on his investment, but doesn’t get involved in the day to day workings. I am his partner, Mr Laws, Stanley Laws. I am sure that I can answer any enquiries you have on any of the properties on our books. Would you like to take a seat over here, so we can see. The folks at the Double V were very welcoming. Gus was glad to see the bike and gave it a good long look, but was happy with how I was treating her.Parade plans hadn't changed, but some of the details had firmed up. I had names and numbers to call on Parade day to get directions for lining up. Turns out that this is something of a variable, not just from year to year, but from day to day as the parade drew closer. Some people assumed the Harley folks were collectively disreputable, and tried. ” She was flushed deep red from her breasts to her chin, with her tan skin and blond hair she looked stunning. ”Now it’s your turn.” I turned and lay on the bed, parting my legs and offering her my molten core. I raised my bottom and slipped off the thong. Christine smiled and opened her bedside drawer, revealing a heavy metal butt plug. “I want that cute little bum of yours. May I?” By way of agreement I rolled over and knelt. Christine moved forward and her long fingers opened my sopping. She was wearing a black basque, her fishnet tights and suspenders, a tiny black thong, and still had her stilettos on. She was carrying a small tray with a bottle of Chateau Neuf du Pape, two glasses and was carrying a couple of porn DVD's. Ah, the penny dropped. "Coffee" - of course. She made a big show of bringing a table over to me and bending over provocatively in her slinky lingerie as she placed the bottle and glasses down. I stroked her creamy white buttocks and I clearly heard her.