As I approached the front of the house I could see that the d****s were pulled closed. My heart skipped a beat as it always did when I realised that K...thy was "entertaining" a guest.Trying hard to control my breathing, I crept quietly around to the back of the house and entered silently through the back door. The sounds of sexual excess could immediately be heard from the bedroom; Kathy is very vocal when aroused (which is most of the time!), and she was crying out for her guest to get ready to. If this were a James Bond movie, I’d suspect that they had planted some kind of listening device, but I didn’t think that was the case. And if they had, there was nothing ever said in this office, nor on the phone, that would betray anyone, Russian, Italian, or Sicilian.The rest of the morning was mercifully calm, and after lunch, I finished packing and put my weekend bag and my suit bag with the tuxedo into my car. I folded and put away my laundry and then double-checked that the house was. "Now you lay back and I'll spoil you" he said, before he sat up.First he massaged my chest, arms and shoulders. He did it fantastically. I knew Patrick has had massage classes, but I never knew he was this good. Eyes closed, I relaxed quickly. He continued massaging my feet and legs, till his hands got to my crotch. Fingers moved my penis delicately up into the air. Then I heard Patrick's skirts rustling lightly and felt his warm breath on my glans, just before it was enveloped by his. “That is a good question. I’m sure they will find one,” he replied.I raised my voice, “It seems I’m not welcome here. I’m sorry Reilly. It is a shame we can’t do business after all. We shall leave and go back to visit with my mother-in-law, Queen Mary,” I said.The two men looked at me stunned. Apparently, they weren’t privy to this bit of news. The one who spoke before bristled and said in disbelief, “You can’t ignore a summons from the King.”“I am not under this King’s laws, as long as I’m.