Good point. When you’re part of the Bulldog Bannerman infrastructure, a measly private detective is several rungs lower on the accomplishment ladder...I called Cyrus, “Hi, it’s Winter.”“No guarantees.”“What have you heard?”A long silence, a tit-for-tat quietude. I said, “How about dinner? Tonight?”“Mabel is with me. I’m with her.”I’d forgotten a female had entered Monsieur Vandenberg’s life. “Fine Cyrus. How about ... Plaza III?”“Great! Seven?” I’d known he’d leap at the chance to dine at that. She started to caress my thighs, and then I felt a warm wet tongue dancing on my ass. I turned back and continued pleasuring this sweet, delicious pussy that was in front of me. The hands that explored my ass, now reached around me, cupped my breast and softly pinched them. Then she slid one hand down my sun kissed dripping wet skin, to find my awaiting eager pussy. I feel one finger slide deep into my pussy, then two. She starts vigorously moving her hand up and down, all the while still. This time however, she started at hearing his bag hit the floor behind her. She began to turn but found herself being lifted in his arms and sat down on the tabletop next to her empty bowl. Jane looked at Michael quizzically as he said good morning with his hands instead, slowly exploring her inner thighs just above her knees. Her questions dissipated as he knelt before her and began kissing each of her legs. The warmth inside her grew. She moaned a little as she grabbed her mug in both hands. ..We hadn't gone out for a while so we had decided to go into our local town and have a few drinks. We had been in a few pubs and the drink was flowing. We were just deciding whether or not to go into the club for a bit or if to call it a night. It wasn't that late and the club seemed to have quite a good buzz about it so we ventured in.That simple choice changed our lives for ever. Let me explain. Me and my girlfriend had always had some pretty extreme fantasies but one of them was to for me.