.........................Charlie Lambert’s eyes gazed down at that oh so fuckable ass and glistening cunt lips of Allison Hall with a mixture of lus...ful pleasure, satisfaction and pure undiluted evil. Having observed the afternoons events from her en suite bathroom Charlie had long since decided Allison looked even better naked then clothed, but as up close as was now, standing at the foot of her bed, Charlie concluded that waiting for her had been exceedingly worthwhile, seeing her this way,. "But why did you not tell me you were going to work for him? And what work do you do? And why was I told you had been arrested?" I have no idea what you were told or by whom," she shrugged, "I did not tell you I was leaving because the work the Colonel does is a state secret. My actual rôle is personal assistant to the Colonel, rather than being involved with the secret matters."Her emphasis on personal was calculated to leave no doubt in Sir Henry's mind, nor those of his German hosts, what. “Actually I don’t like it,” I say and he looks confused.“My husband likes it a lot. Puts it on burgers. I don’t like bleu cheeses, so...”“I like Bleu cheese. I just wasn’t sure if it was one. Looks kind of different.”“Well, it’s like a mix of a Bleu and a Brie I think. Or a Camembert. I don’t know exactly but he’s told me,” I laugh again, giving expert advice on a cheese I’ve had one bite of once and didn’t like.“I’ll try some,” he says, picking the biggest chunk they have and putting it in the. I flushed in embarrassment, once again feeling like that 15 year old schoolboy. It must have looked to her like I was getting ready for World War 3. Then I remembered her comment about what her ex would be likely to be carrying. “You know your guns baby. Have you had any training?” “Robert talked me into taking a pistol class in New Jersey. I didn’t want to but he insisted. Then when I got used to them I found that I was actually pretty good, and I started enjoying it. I ended up buying my own.