"Does your father know about..." I shook my head. "Well, it's up to you whether or not your tell him. I certainly won't. But either way, you need to b... in this office tomorrow morning first thing. Joel and his father will be here. If your father can come, it may help. Joel also said he was going to make sure that tonight the other kids in your group are warned to keep quiet, or else."I was shaking like a leaf when I finally left his office. The others were long gone, and I looked at the sort of. ."Dear oh dear. Keep on digging why don't you, George.Nicole didn't seem to be taking any offence. She laughed at his discomfort. That was good, he supposed."It's fine," Nicole said. "I get paid well and I enjoy the work."Understanding suddenly dawned on George. There could be another reason why Miss Kitson had sent him here."Um ... Miss Kitson, she didn't give you any money to..." To do what?" Nicole asked, affecting an air of deceitful innocence."Oh, nothing," George said.It must be the wine,. I amused myself by listening to the German Note-perfect, translating it for Cal, then listening to the English commentary and laughing at the mistranslations.The best part was passing the Loreley, a big rock on the eastern bank, with a folk tale attached to it. Heinrich Heine had written a poem about it, and someone else, I never caught who, had set it to music, and they played a recording as we sailed up the river. Each of us had the words on the brochure for the journey, and I was surprised. She let go of my hair and grabbed a pillow,holding it over her face as she screamed into it. I kept licking and sucking away. She was thrashing everywhere. Her heals drummed on my back and shoulders and still I refused to stop. She started slapping me on the top of my head and I ate her out even harder. Encircling her waist with my hands,I pulled her into me as tightly as I could and shoved my tongue as deeply into her twat as it would go. I tounge fucked her until she went limp. Her legs fell.