”I pulled a guinea from my purse and handed it to the Sergeant. “There you are, Sergeant Mulligan. Return to Bristol, and drink to the health of L...rd and Lady Basset, and to the damnation of the soul of Napoleon Bonaparte.”Bonaparte’s death would allow the government to bring back the 2000 plus men who had been guarding him at St Helena, and redeploy the frigates and sloops patrolling the waters around the island. It also meant Eloise de la Zouche would not be involved in any more plots to. A flash of white in a dusky face her eyes bright and sparkling.It's only a short walk. The restaurant has the same style as the hotel and the meal is wonderful. The food fresh and light. The wine delicate and refreshing. Gwenda wants to order for us both. I don't argue. Seasonal fruits to start, steak, oysters and seasonal vegetables for mains, orange and lemon sorbet to finish. At the end, I feel satisfied but not sated. Gwenda suggests coffee back at the hotel. In her room.When we reach. I pulled up your shirt and started to feel your now-bare chest. So soft and filling my whole palm. Perfection. I lowered my hand to your lower back and pressed your pelvis into mine.I shifted my body a bit to the side and slowly let my hand slide down your unbuttoned…unbuttoned? Damn, she was really into it. My middle finger reached the clitoris, all wet from the current engagement. I slowly but firmly started circling my finger on the clitoris, giving you a nice stimulation. As I was doing. Bath salts, weed, some new lingerie, and some new sex toys.I needed to release, I was so horny and so pent up I just needed to lose myself in a moment. Five o'clock finally hit and I drove straight to the hotel. I got my suit off, pulled out my edibles, and down the hatch they went. While the high came up I proceeded to wash my toys and get ready. I had brought a hush butt plug, my regular dildo, my new fucking dildo, and a big black dildo. It was the biggest dildo I now had. It was huge and.