"I held my finger up for her to lick the spot of pre-cum from the tip,proof that it was indeed wet and fresh. "Good." She nodded sharply, andthen dism...ssed the issue with a wave of her velvet-gloved hand. "You mayenter and prepare for our guest."It was a struggle not to let my relief show. "Thank you, Countess." It'snot so much that I feared punishment, but that the thought ofdisappointing her - in any way - made me physically ill. I was almostorgasmic in the knowledge that I had not angered. I could feel his warm breath on my ear and cheek as he said "honey get up." I grumbled, snuggled closer to him and fell back to sleep. He laughed rolled me onto my back, kissed me and said "come on honey."I he got out of bed, took my hand and helped me out of bed. We walked through the house and out onto. the back porch. It was a warm night with a thunderstorm moving in. He wrapped his arms around me and looked deep into my eyes. His lips touched mine starting a deep passionate kiss. As the. Picturing in his mind the scene as they had pulled up in the car, he remembered seeing a van pull out. ‘No they went in a van, I remember seeing it as we pulled up, I know this is how they went.’ ‘A van, did you get the number?’ ‘No, but it shouldn’t be hard to trace it, there was some writing on the side.’ ‘What?’ ‘Something about fresh eggs and vegetables. Begins with a B. Beals, Bowls, Browns, something like that.’ ‘What next?’ ‘Next we go back to the house, find out what business’s begin. I made my way to the quiet end of the bar, farthest from the dining area, where I could sip on a beer and unwind a bit. While I sipped my beer, I could also perhaps catch up on the day's news or sports on one of the flat screen TV's mounted on the walls around the bar. I found an open seat at the corner of the bar. Next to me sat a man I could only describe as forlorn. He was immaculately dressed in an expensive suit, but his hair was disheveled and he had a few days' growth of beard. He had a.