Once inside, I don't touch her, I deliberately don't touch her, She knows the effect of my energy, my body heat, has on her; I simply walk forward, sl...wly, forcing her to back up until she is pressed against the large mirror, cold glass a cruel antidote to my hot breath. She can't fight, and she wouldn't want to. She unzips her dress of her own accord. It falls to the floor. She is wearing a black lace lace-up bodice, thigh-high hold-up stockings complete with Cuban heels. I bend, kneeling. As I walk out of the bar, I phone Vicky.“Hello darling, I’ll be at yours in ten minutes.”Without giving her a chance to say much more than okay, I hang up and flag down a taxi.I sit in the back of the cab and sniff my fingers as I travel to her flat.She answers the door without me needing to buzz and lets me walk in first and follows behind. I turn and kiss her, running the hand that was inside Holly only minutes before over her face, letting her smell the other girl’s cum on my fingers. I. " I take it he's got a job for me." Yes." Know what it is?" No," he smiled, "But I DO know that you weren't a prisoner of war for all of the four years you were posted as such." Ah." Frank I work for the government, of course I know." You worked for S.O.E?" Yes," he said with a smile, "I still have my flat in Baker St."Author's note, (During WW11, the Special Operations Executive took over almost the whole of Baker St in Central London.)"You crafty old sod," I laughed, "How much does Laura. One guy seemed to really love it and had a thick 7inch cock that turned me on. I told him where I was staying and that I would leave the door unlocked so he could be anonymous. I got completely naked, blind folded myself, and laid out a pair of play handcuffs. The guy was a bit late, but finally I heard a guy come into the room. He immediately said "Nice, I like what I see - I can have fun with you!" He had a forceful voice and my heart raced with anticipation. I heard the guy take his.