" Well, we don't actually have to let her come," Don told them, "we could see how hot and horny we can get her, how desperate we can get her without l...tting her come." How do we do that?" asked Simon, "I never heard of that." Watch," Don instructed them, "we use these to start with."He showed them some of my vibes. So that was where he had gone, rooting in my bedside cabinet. He took something and I felt pressure on the entrance to my butt-hole, then a strange sensation as something was slid. Waiting patiently for them to sit, he noticed with interest Trevor's athletic bag on the end of the seat as he scooted to the middle. That was something he didn't see at business dinners. Then he handed them menus and lifted Sue's napkin, flicked his wrist, and laid it across her lap. Glancing over at Trevor he saw the gentleman had taken care of that himself. The maitre de clicked his heels and bowed his head before turning and walking away.The waiter arrived and turned to Sue. "Are you ready. Fuck. “You can’t go back to her – you aren’t are you.”“She’s all I have.”“No, she’s not. You have way more.”“Akeelah.”“Look at me! You have me, you have your students, you have people who care.”He sighed, “Okay.”Where are we going? I needed to get us somewhere. I turned back onto college – home it was. My father was away on business for the next few days anyway so he could stay with me for a few anyway.“You can stay with me for a couple of days till my dad gets back from Japan,” I said. “Okay,”. She saw a figure walking on the pavement.Margaret slowed her car, skidding and leant across the front seats to wind down the window as the figure jumped out of the way. Her tyre hit the kerb and she slammed the brake on. "Police. Call the Police," she shouted as the figure peered into the car."Ahh what dya want. Other than tryin' to kill me."Margaret focused on the man – PC Iain Kennedy – and she shrieked. "Get in." What dya want?" Get in," she yelled. "He's got Annabel." Ahh ... who?"Margaret.