Satisfactory. She returned to the car."Right, Jeremy, this spot is suitable for me to be collected. You can go home now." Yes, ma'am. Have a nice trip... ma'am. See you soon." Thanks for everything, Jeremy. Farewell."He watched her open her phone and dial, then he found a suitable spot, turned the car and left her, satisfied he had done everything he could. He now retraced his way back the miles of rural roads to route 300 and home.Esme made her call, and simply left her phone on. She laid her. But he couldn't get a direct flight back to Spain ( or it was much much more expensive ), so he had an overnight stay in Ireland, and would fly back to Spain via Dublin airport the following day.He was going to book a hotel but Sasha kindly invited him to stay over with us, which he accepted, rather stay in an expensive airport hotel.So soon after we got home he arrived. I picked him up from the airport and took him to ours.That night we went to our local bar and we all got quite jolly. Walking. .“Oh my God, there “he” is!” He was there all the time, watching you, MY GOD!!Without a word, his hand moves to your pussy to replace your own. You feel his thick hard fingers sliding along your wet lips, up and down lubricating them. Your hands reach behind his head, pulling him to you as you uncontrollably bite on his bottom lip. His thick wet fingers slide inside you, causing you to push against them. You rock against his hand and his fingers slide in up to the hilt… so deep in, then out,. "Nice boots," She said, "though a bit more serviceable than fashionable." She shifted Her stance a little, so Her leg was now in Santa's field of vision, covered in a knee-high boot of deep brown leather, which went so well with the salmon-colored night robe She wore. "How do you like MY boots?"Dominica moved the crystal toward Her leg, and Santa's gaze shifted, blankly, following it. She held the crystal in front of Her boot. Time to see if this had worked. "Kiss My boot, slave."Slowly, almost.