"The barrel will probably explode the first time it is fired. An iron barrel will rust over that length of time." The barrel is bronze, but I admit it...should be in a museum."Another thought struck me. "Surely the theft of a cannon, even a museum piece, will make the authorities nervous. They will be sending out the Yeomanry and Militia to search for the weapon."Samuel assured me Lord Cranfield's house at Droyslden had only a minuscule staff in attendance as the noble Lord and his family were in. The elevator stopped a couple of times on the way down to the lobby and several people got in, chatting away, totally unaware that they were standing next to a guy wearing pantyhose. When the elevator doors opened at lobby level, it was like walking out into the spotlight. It seemed ever so bright and surely someone would notice the slight shine of my pantyhosed legs, but everyone was oblivious, going about their business as normal. It was a lengthy walk through the hotel casino to get outside. She must have caught me looking -- she surely saw me holding Lauren's hand -- in any case, she bent over, slow and obvious, and placed our coffees down. Then she gave me a smile, and asked, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"I glanced at Fi and Lauren. Their faces were open and happy. Fi gave me a look. "You mentioned the direct approach," she said.I looked at the waitress, letting my eyes drift up and down. She looked right back. She stood posing, holding her tray in front of her chest. She giggles, taking a deep breath."You must be punished sub, you know." Yes Sir. I will willingly take any punishment you wish to give me." Yes, you will"I clip her wrists back up and return to caressing her body. Kissing and running my hands over her. She begins to moan again, so I center my touching on her hips and thighs, moving slowly up to her pussy, which is again dripping with desire. I thrust two fingers deeply into her pussy, rubbing her clit with my wet thumb. She is struggling again,.