Hardwood floors had Persian carpets here and there, and her furniture reminded me of our old oak kitchen table; solid wood, aged to showcase wood grai...s, waxed to a shine.I followed her into a large, modern kitchen with a Sub-Zero refrigerator and a Viking gas range, and sat on a stool at a kitchen island while she uncorked the wine. The pale rose-infused grey granite countertop was cool under my hands.I wanted to relax and enjoy myself. I couldn’t. Alia was warm and charming and funny. She. .. there’s a guy here in Hector who sells peeled balsam fir poles at seven bucks each.”“You have my card number?”“Yes.”“May I impose?”“You want me to call him?”“Please?”“Hold on.” She hollered, “Zak!”A very faint, What?“Come here.”“How many?”“Fifty four ... sixty would be better. Yeah ... make it 60.”A male voice spoke to Katie, “Yes?”“60 poles for a 22.”“I have that many dry.”“I’ll pay it when she picks them up... 420 bucks.”“Karen?”“Yes?”“Done.”“When you said you’d call ... I was. Get up and bend over the horse," she odered. "And remove your panties and hand them to me"! As l took them off my heat she wadded them up with the cum side out and stuffed them into my mouth! Using a short leather strap she effectively gagged me wth my own cum soaked panties! "Spread your cheeks", she odered and as l did, l could feel the coolness of the lube being poured on my butt crack. Soon l felt the pressure of her gloved fingertip pressing against my virgin pink rosebud. I winced. A light drizzle of rain awoke us next morning, and after seeing to the horses we made a quick breakfast and set off again. I intended following the Charleroi—Brussels road to Waterloo; Pierre Blanchard’s burial site was a little west of Château d’Hougoumont. I was relying on those compass bearings that I had taken, from the burial site on three prominent points of reference, to calculate the exact spot to dig and recover the body.Charleroi had been left well behind when Woody, who was sat in.