Garner ordered the chopper prepped and the pilots took our guests to a contracted vessel out in the Atlantic that just happened to be close enough for...a transfer. Garner said they tried to talk him out of dumping our problem women on him, but when he informed the duty officer that unless they came up with a transfer plan, he was under orders to land near Piccadilly Circle and leave the women there.Several hours after getting rid of the women, MI6 Chief Younger called. “Lord Terrance,” he dove. It really got hot in there and I dressed up in formals, she easily took my shirt off and started kissing me all over.I did not let my hands go from her ass, it was such a cushion and I will remember it for the rest of my life. She undid my pants as well and indicated me to take her tank top off and I happily did so. Cupped her tits and she started to play with my rod sitting on me with her hips. That was epic, it gave me a boner which could have broken things in between the pussy.I undid her. "For the next week, I took their orders, delivered them, received payment, offered change, which the ladies frequently brushed aside. The coffee room filled up, and new chairs and tables found for the adjoining closed-in verandah. I was barefoot, dressed only in toga and underpants. The tips were mounting up. Suggestive comments were pervasive, and the occasional hand felt required to touch my hand, or brush my bottom. Without reference to June, I decided to go to the next level.Meanwhile, back. ”I was all for that. “Do I need clothes?” I asked, realizing I hadn’t had a thing on since arriving this afternoon. My rumpled suit hanging on a chair would most likely not be moving any time soon.“No, but wear shoes,” Vicki said.I wondered why but didn’t ask. We all three headed for the door, me nude, carrying a towel and wearing sneakers. The girls were naked and had flip-flops on their feet. I noticed Norma had put a thin, gold chain around her waist attached to her belly-ring. Very.