Turning so she would hopefully unbutton the cuffs of my shirt, I didn’t answer. Luckily, she took the hint and within a few seconds, my shirt was ju...t another lump of material strewn about the room.Turning around, my erection was bouncing playfully in the air. Her right arm lifted and I soon felt her fingers rubbing lightly back and forth on the length of my protrusion.“Have you been a good boy this year?” she asked playfully, cupping my balls in her hand. My cock bobbed it’s confirmation to. I used the phone to call down for room service for four a mixture of fresh fruit and pancakes with fresh syrup. "Don't forget a pot of coffee and cream as well for four." Not a problem Mr. Johnson. We will have it up for you in a few minutes."I got up off the floor and went to join Ash for a shower. When I reached for her, she said "Be easy with me, I think you bruised me down there." No way. Let me see."She turned toward me and I got down to my knees to look at her vulva. Yup, it was still red. She was on the ground, her cloak tucked in around her, presumably by the Maharian. The nights were warm enough now that her cloak was ample cover, and she was grateful for that, after her helplessness of the night before. If it had been winter when she’d keeled over like that she might not have lived to tell about it. She chided herself for her carelessness. She’d put herself in danger, and for what? A Maharian who appeared to have run off without so much as a thank you, never mind the cloak. Then it had a chequered history with assorted owners whowere either Victorian industrialists, brewers, cotton magnates,that sort of thing, or decaying gentry financially refreshed bymarriage to American dollars. Then during the war the Ministry ofDefence requisitioned it and established a Research Institute here.Nobody is quite sure what they were researching. It was all highlyhush hush. A sort of pharmaceutical Bletchley Park." They had promised to return it to its rightful owners of.