"That was... nice," she said.I took a sip of my drink, smiling at her with my eyes as I lightly licked the rim of my glass and said, "It's all nice. B...elieve me." Donna, did you spill something on your dress," she asked looking at my lap.I looked down and noticed that my red dress was stained dark where it rested in the "V" between my legs."Oh no," I said. "That's pussy juice. Look," and with that I pulled my dress up exposing my pantieless pussy. I was shaved and my thumb-sized clit was fully. As you may imagine, the shelf was at a perfect height for my purposes.I had made a couple of improvements on the design. First, on the padded knee rest, I cut four narrow openings that now held two black leather straps.Helen knelt on the Prie Dieu and I fastened the straps around her calves.As she leaned against the support, her breasts rested naturally on the shelf. With a face full of apprehension, she looked up at me and whimpered.I took two leather straps and looped them around the top of. You begin to pulse against my tongues pressure.. Hands slidng down to grip your ass, lips locked around the source of ya nectar..Squeezing, Lifting, Spreading, those soft cheeks.. your thighs so tight around my head, Your muting my world.. Lips consisently nuzzling, pressing, engulfing, humming against your pearl..Your bucking against my face.. Juices now freely flowing.. My hands gripping your ass though, make sure the position your holding.. tongue furiously circling your clit, as i now. There were thousands of pounds worth, just lying on the tables, but just stealing things and running like hell, was not the answer. Sandra would find him too easily, and the punishment would be very harsh. No he had to be more clever than that. Somehow he had to provide himself with an escape rout. Another identity, that could help hide him whilst on the run. There had to be no loop holes, as any trace would give him away. The only saving grace, to his mind, was that he might be able to.