Through a door and they were outside once more. "What the hell's going on here? Thought David, and wished he had been able to wear a side-arm. In the ...loom, he looked nervously about. "This way Sir" prompted the butler. David sighed and followed.Along darkened Downing Street they walked until they came to s small flight of stairs down to a basement door. His guide knocked, and the door opened a crack. Light streamed out. "Yes?" queried a woman's voice. "It's the American Gent, Ma'am — Colonel. He stammered an apology, and I said something along the lines of not to worry we can always do it again sometime. I kissed him again and reached down and played with his willy for a while, but there's no way it was going to spring back to life! He put his trousers back on, and I went into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed, and then I gathered up my files and left. He retired a week or so later. Because there was a certain amount of unfinished business concerning some of his old clients,. She was mesmerised by the sight of her flowing toilet stream and the mess she was making, the thrill of her naughty deed heightening by the moment. She couldn’t help herself. A little more height and her flowing piss stream crested over the chair’s edge where a loud patter from the attic wooden floor announced that she was indeed now urinating in a new spot. Although she couldn’t her piss splattering over the floor, there was no question as to what she was doing. Her bladder need was halfway. Eventually they arrived at Ashford, where Gerald ‘joined’ (to you and I that is staggered over the footbridge to) the branch train to Hastings (known locally as the Marsh maggot!) Ernest however was soon on his way across the other face of the platform, to a Canterbury bound train, soon to leave, both men eagerly wondering what they had let themselves in for! The porter bawling the familiar humorous cry of “why kill em and cart em to Canterbury” (to those who don’t know of the area that’s the.