I turned my head to look over at Kate and Bill kissing on the other end of the sofa. Bill was just sitting there, allowing Kate to take the initiative... She was raised up on her knees as well, and I watched as she kept squirming around, trying to find a more comfortable position. By the time she had found one she liked, she had her entire upper body draped across Bill's. They looked like they were doing all right, and I saw that Bill's hands weren't moving around on Kate's body. In fact, Bill's. We had finished supper and were preparing to leave the château for the Dower House when the post boy from the Valenciennes Arms delivered a package. As in England, mail was dispatched via the stage coaches that ran between the main towns of France, diligences as they are known. Packets and parcels were deposited in the towns’ coaching inns, and the inns’ post boys sent out into the neighbouring area with the mai. I looked at the rectangular package, well wrapped in thick brown paper, firmly. “Hi my name’s James I’m from ****** estate agents”, “Come in” I answered. He was wearing a nice suit, lovely shirt and tie. As he looked around the house he made notes in a Filofax, after half an hour we were stood in the kitchen with a drink talking in general.He was having a right old moan about his wife not understanding him etc. After a few minutes he said he needed the toilet as he passed me he placed his hands on my hips and moved slowly, I turned to face him and he looked me straight in. ? The air is warm and asoft breeze is blowing.? There is a darkclear sky and hundreds of stars a visible. ???? Her Master hasbeen planning this party for months.?There is soft music playing and candles are lit everywhere.? The food has been prepared according to hisinstructions.? He has also given her theperfect attire for this occasion.? It isa black, see through gown with spaghetti straps on the shoulder under which sheis wearing nothing else.? He has alsoadorned her with a black leather.