He held up his hands with a smile. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”Her face was red right to the tips of her ears, and she hesitated...for a moment before meeting his eyes. “My Lord.” She nodded, and he winced, still not entirely comfortable with the title – especially from someone who’d seen him murder his own father to obtain it. “I apologise. It’s obvious this morning, but I didn’t realise—”He cut her off with a gesture. “No, no. It was a reasonable assumption to make. I should have. It wasn't the temperature that was making her uncomfortable, anyway. Kim's feeling of heightened sensitivity was still with her. She could feel every current of air in the room, from the air blowing from the vent at the end of the room, to the sudden gust every time her mother opened the kitchen door to bring in another serving dish. She could feel the carpet under her bare feet, the upholstery of the chair under her bottom, and the cool, hard wood of the back of the chair. If she concentrated. I could see her panties was soaked and I began kissing her womanhood and thighs. My fingers went around her pussy lips as her moans became louder than ever before."I am feeling so odd," my mother hissed. "Should we go to this extent?" I bet we should," I asserted. "Stop thinking that I am your son and keep enjoying as if I am your lover." You must be a good lover," she admitted. "You wife must be very lucky." So you are," I said with a smile and resumed where I had left by licking over her. Most assumed he worked in some capacity for the New Coalition as a policeman. Not a constable of course, there were no such these days, but for one of the national force's criminal investigation wings. Most would have been right, in the first part at least; Geoffrey was, however, not a policeman, though he most definitely did work for the New Coalition.Working directly for the New Coalition had, of course, a number of advantages. Geoffrey and his family lived in a gated community; he even had.