Next morning the barges would follow the river to its confluence with the Thames at Reading, and then continue down the Thames to Brentford Lock – w...ich I estimated would be reached in three days’ time – where the party would disembark and go their separate ways.Brentford was a village I knew well, it was where The Bell Inn -- the assignation venue for Amy Fairfax and I -- was situated. It was in the stables of that tavern I galloped the black haired maid whose name I never learned.I decided. Victor was awake now; his hands tied upon his head to the posts.He could also feel my huge toy pressing against his ass cheeks."What’ up, babe?" He stammered out."Hush" I said. "Stay still. Just relax, honey..."I reached down lower with my hand and found his cock. I just held it between my long fingers, without stroking it. As I cradled it, it grew in my hand, as I kept nibbling on his earlobe. In less than a minute, he was as hard as he was last night when he was pounding my butt like crazy. I. I knew with taxes etc I'd be lucky to see 150 mil but it was still a pile of money. Ron and Julie cracked up."What are you going to do if you get home and you get served?" Pack up my stuff, get the girls and split. And spend the next twenty years laughing." That's the attitude. Now if she makes any fuss about allowing you in just give me a call and I'll supervise getting your stuff. It'll take a few days to collect the money so if you need somewhere to lay low you can use my fishing cabin up on. You’re constantly moving into these awkward positions so they can get the shot they want. You got the director telling you to go faster or slower. The lights are hot, the cameramen are trying not to bump into you, the boom guy is trying to keep the microphone out of the shot. It’s mostly just a lot of work.” Ron had reached into the fridge and grabbed himself a Coke and was trying to decide if Bill was being serious or not. He also grabbed a couple of bottles of water. “Then, god forbid,.