”She nodded. “Just stay out of sight.”“If I cannot hear their conversations, will you or one of the others report what is said?”She wrinkled...her forehead.“I’m a spy, you know, an odd sort of spy,” I told her. “I serve Gen’l Washington and the Continental Congress.”She nodded and smiled. “I was aware of that. Because of the chimney, you can sit in my upstairs room and hear as well as if you were in the parlor.”“Thank you,” I said, “that will do fine.”“I’ll see to it that some wine and cheese are. " What do you mean? I just have on my panties."Eric returned to his canvas for awhile longer, then he said, "Maybe we should have a look at what's under those panties."Lily gave him a vacant stare and said, "I don't think so." Did I misunderstand when you walked in here with that sexy dress slit up to your pussy and wearing fuck me heels?"Lily was stunned by his arrogant remark. She had to have a comeback. "So, Mr. Know-it-all, you think you're a mind reader." It wasn't great but at least it. I’d booked us into a suite at No .11 Cadogan Gardens in the heart of Knightsbridge. I had stayed there many years ago with Linda, and I’d always wanted to go back.I had booked us a table at the restaurant, the food was fantastic, but none of us had an appetite. After rearranging the contents of our plates for half an hour and drinking a couple of bottles of good French wine, I signed the bill, and we headed upstairs.The hotel had been created out of a row of Georgian townhouses and had retained. I always had loved her, and as I laid her on the table on her back, she rose her legs to place them around my neck, resting on my shoulders as I leaned forward to kiss the right side of her neck while teasing her left boob and nipple. She closed her eyes and I placed my left hand around her small but tight butt, and my other one was holding on to the wall behind the table. And I could see her teeth slowly and softly biting on her lips, or her mouth open and her eyes closed in a way that the.