I slide out slowly, and slam back into you right away, I repeat the slow out, fast in motion a few more times and then pull all the way out. I spin yo...u around, bend you over, and slam back into you even harder than before. I grab your hips to steady myself, and fuck you hard, fast, and it is everything we can do to remain quiet - there are still people in the building after all, and while the door is locked, we still don't want people to hear. You feel another orgasm approaching, and beg me not. Her arms looked so flush from afar, I craved their touch on mine. My thoughts turned to a glimpse I had of her leg from beneath her dress. So lush and sturdy, verdant and thick. -And her tail. My hands slid down my body and I felt myself. So glad I was to be alone, as I quivered and let out a sigh. My thighs held fast with my hands in between, nearly slipping from the water now flowing from me… -I heard something. I sat up and waited to hear it again- moments later, a quiet moan from another. It hardly needed any tailoring at all. The waist had to be taken in a bit, which made me feel good. It took me three trips to the mirror before I finally packed it back up with a sigh. I arose the next morning after a fitful night of sleep. I tried Richard’s door again and wasn’t surprised when no one answered. I called in sick to the office. I had to do something today. Guilt was eating me alive. I dug through the trash and recovered the return address on Richard’s package. A little research. Rob and I left Chateau Blanchard at daybreak, taking our leave of the ladies while they were still half asleep, and snatching a few victuals from the kitchen to eat on the way.The last time I had driven a wagon into Belgium I carried an empty coffin, and returned with a full one. A coffin, empty or full, being transported across a border would excite interest at any custom post, therefore I had made a circuitous journey which involved driving on forest tracks and seldom used byways.This time.