*** I was moving between racks of skirts when I saw him. It was two weeks since that night at the club. He stood there, smiling at me, just three rac...s away. He looked less ominous in the daylight but had lost none of his charm. I adjusted my previous guess to him being about 35. He greeted me obviously happy of running into me. I was so glad I stuttered when I tried to say hi. My surprise spread as tingling to every part of me. I had thought of him a lot and all the shameful things I had. His hand pressed onto my bulging dick, massaging my throbbing shaft. “Oh please!” I begged. “Please touch me! I need you!” He smirked at me as I begged. He knew I was lusting after him. Knew I was infatuated with his touch. His hand slowly slid down the front of my boxers and lightly gripped my straining shaft. My cock wasn’t as big or as thick as his, but it was of a size, at least six inches. He pulled my dick free from its confinement, still gripping it securely in his hand. “You do have. This was the first highlight I've had since we had arrived. Lara and I planned how she would get me there without raising suspicion, and my excitement almost gave our plan away.Lara led me to the garden entrance and I quietly walked in. I saw Oliver standing by what looked like a fountain with colored water, and his back to me. He must have heard me walking as he turned around and said, "You look so beautiful tonight." Thanks," I said. "It's so wonderful to finally see you without a crowd of. He caught a rush of warmthfrom the room with a hint of perfume.Between the windows stood the young woman. She wasbreathtakingly beautiful, with opalescent skin whichseemed to glow in the moonlight. She did not look athim, but stood looking south over the clipped lawnsand, beyond, to the orchards and vineyards he knewwere there. Montague clenched his teeth and swallowedhard.In a voice as soft as silk, she whispered in French,"I have been expecting you, Group Captain Montague".He made no sound,.