My head is ringing, and my ears are buzzing and for some reason tonight, my God, tonight I just can't fucking take this at all for one minute longer a...d I need to escape.The limo driver looks confused; he's not even pulled away from the line of cars at the curb, yet, and already I'm leaping into the back seat. My face is in my hands, and I'm trying to breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. Keep it together."Mrs. Plantagenet, are you okay?" Mm-hmm," I reply, barely audible."Uh, I'm. ...??" I need to know that you are serious. And I will not try...I'll just get you out of this mess. Take it or leave it." She was dying a thousand deaths as she bent over and slid her flimsy panties down her long legs with everybody watching but she did it. The cop was staring with wide-open eyes as he got a clear view of her bare ass and pussy in that position. Pulling her high heeled feet out of the panties she straightened up and handed me the small nylon undergarment, her eyes downcast,. I carefully lathered his penis, caressing with gentle brushed and sensuous legato touches to rub the scented soap into all the tiny wrinkles and crevices and cleanse them of any leftover residue from his most recent fuck. Then I worked the lather into the dark black, woolly triangular patch of pubic hair just above his penis, and followed the almost invisible “happy trail” up his firm belly to his navel. I dabbed his pubic area with light, brushed staccato touches that drew his kinky black. “We think it can be done,” Jos reported. “Zeke thinks someone he knows in Wyndham can supply what’s needed.”“We’ll need some dosh an’ a slab o’ tallies,” said Zeke. “Mebbe two slabs.” [A slab is a carton of 24 bottles or cans; a tallie is a 750 ml bottle (about 25 fl. oz. or .8 of a quart).]“No moolah?”“Nah. If we bring a bag o’ maccas [McDonald’s], he won’t want any razoos.”“So, under a hundred?”“London to a brick!” [certainly]“Is there a McD place around here?”“Nah. Any burger’ll do. We’ll.