As she served us I gazed down at her ankles, imagining what her bare feet looked like while getting harder by the second. I expressed this to Anna, an... she rolled her eyes in mock anguish at my fetish, gently stroking my hand as if to convey sympathy. ‘Oh you poor thing,’ Anna sarcastically stated. ‘Don’t worry, I’ve got a surprise for you when we get home. But you have to be a good boy and not get so distracted.’ I grinned at her slyly and was about to reply when Holly came back to our table.. “Look how big a cuckold he is, he loves licking other men’s cum from my pants and yours,” I heard her say to Ann. They both giggled. It must have been a work joke. I laughed along but did not get the joke, cuckold. I would get the last laugh. I was due to erupt and it was going to be all over Ann’s panties as I took them to the laundry basket. I done just that and even tried her panties on. I cleaned my mess up but kept Ann’s knickers in my pocket for later, I then returned to the bedroom. . Maybe we can reduce the chance of being fried. Maybe we can find some kind of shelter. A cave or something. Come on!" Shelter" was just a large fallen tree lying at a forty-five degree angle against a small rise in the ground. It looked stable enough, so Doug put Mary and Alyson under it while he scrounged branches, fronds, small bushes--anything he could use to build a lean-to wall on the windward side. Mary had insisted on helping, but he overruled her. "Aly's hanging by a thread. If we leave. Brigadier Walker’s people sucked our kingpin dry, and he ‘disappeared’. I don’t know – don’t want to know – the details. All she said was, “He got drunk and fell overboard from the ferry to Holland.” Over the next few weeks there seemed to be a rash of fatalities; a Government Minister had a fatal heart attack, as did several senior officers from East Anglian constabularies – Suffolk, Norfolk, Essex and Cambridgeshire were all affected. There were several ‘hit and run’ ‘accidents’, and at least.