Chrissy joined us in the shower and we washed each other. No sex, just naked bodies rubbing against each other; it was a sensual pleasure, rather than...sexual.As we were getting dressed I asked Chrissy, "How do you manage to keep a place this big clean?" I have a cleaning service that comes once a week," she said."Ummm, are they going to have a problem with three naked slaves wandering around?" I asked."I didn't think about it, sir," she told me, "It's a small, privately owned company, and they. His name was Peter Lawson. Claire said, “Mike has given me the senior accountant's mobile number. I will phone him at nine our time then we will get the logistics sorted out.” Ruth replied, “That would be wonderful Claire, I believe, we can start shipping meals out on Monday. I am so happy that Serge will help us. We must market the meals and the Champagne well. Tomorrow, I am going to ask Rene if we can label it as ‘Chateaux Gordon Champagne’ then we really start to market it.” * Friday was. His face broke into a glorious smile as he shifted his weight and stuck out his chest."Can I come in then?" His eyes were playful and sardonic. I quickly moved sideways, inviting him in with a mock majestic sweep of my arm, smirking constantly. My thoughts were in a jumble, my pulse thumping through my chest so intensely, I was sure he would notice and laugh at the almost desperate way I was looking at him. But if he did notice, he didn't show it - walking casually into the open plan. Yeah. Yeah, sure, why the hell not?” I toss my drink in the trash.The three of us stand and leave the cafe. Going outside we head towards the cars and drive off with me leading the way. We communicate over the phones about where to go, suggesting fields, old bathrooms in parks, etc. We end up heading towards a poor part of the county. We see what looks like an abandoned warehouse and navigate our way over. Pulling up we see a hobo past out on the side of the building. We get out and causally.