"Fuck! He's got a gun..." he started before one of his friends jabbed him hard in the ribs when he saw that my darkened look meant business. I escorte... my target back to the bar."Cor Love! Is that a gun in your pocket or are ya jus' 'appy ta see me," giggled the blond in a bizarre sort of cockney that would have made Dick Van Dyke proud (but nobody else).Only a titled lady under mind control could concoct such a poor accent. That told me I had the right girl. The crescent moon birthmark on her. He didn't say anything but his look was enough for a command. She moved between his legs and slowly brought her face close to his cock. It had the distinct smell of pee. He pushed her face on his cock and rubbed her nose all over his cock and balls. "Like it?" he asked releasing her. Now she knew why he didn't wash his cock after pissing. She nodded meekly. What else she could do?"Now suck it"He drew the foreskin down and made it ready for her to lick.She licked at the lower part of its head.. But to her astonishment rather than decorous countryside scenes, there was much flesh on display, both male and female and in a state of rampant carnality.She shut the book abruptly. She almost fled back down the dusty corridor to the safety of her husband’s side before she steadied herself. In that moment Miss Davis’ words came back to her.“Opening a book is like opening a door in your mind,” her beloved governess would say patiently, whenever her young charge found her studies too. And anyway, I had a moral obligation to protect the woman I'd been "joyriding" for the past few months, and ensure that her new baby was provided for. It was the least I could do.Argyle and I dropped them both off in the penthouse bedroom, and I took a couple of moments at my laptop. I sent my standard "check-out" instructions to hotel management, and a second email to a local ob/gyn I keep on retainer in case this sort of thing happens. We'd be long gone by the time he arrived, but at least.