Sergeant Owen doffed his hat and smiled. "I'm sure sir." His smile fadedwhen he pointed down the stairs. "My superiors would hate to admit youwere rig...t." The Sergeant knew that the discovery below had brought theColonel out of an important meeting with the same superiors at ScotlandYard.The young man removed his coat and handed it to his companion revealing ared jacket adored with a number of campaign medals. "Don't worry about itOwen, Major Guiles is quite adept at catching your typical. The group had laughed. Lydia told him she'd known these two men and their wives since they were all toddlers sharing the same toys in a sandbox.Steve had suddenly understood how and why the firm's policy on married senior personnel had been abruptly changed when he and Barbara had been on the outs. He'd looked accusingly at Lydia. She hadn't tried to deny it. Laughing, she'd invited him to sue her. He vowed to pay her back; she said she hoped he'd never have to. All he could do was demand she. The key's going into a hiding place."Next, she pulled my pee-soaked hair up so that my head lifted and under my face she placed one of her duck boots. She dropped my head back down and my nose and mouth were buried inside the fragrant old footwear; her intoxicating footstink filled my senses as I took deep, deep breaths. My cock hardened inside the unbreakable plastic cup of the newly-installed belt. It swelled until it painfully surged against the relentless restraint.She added another. After the ceremony, I took a train back to the city, without waiting for the reception. I only saw them again on special occasions, as the birth of their children, and we exchanged e-mail very sporadically. I left sales and I moved to technical support. My new work was difficult, and it left me less time for social life. My schedule included Saturdays and I even had to be on call almost twenty-four hours a day. It was better like that, not having time to think about my previous life. But one.