She was looking gorgeous as usual. I hugged her and kissed on her cheeks. She responded back. She had already made up with snacks and cold drinks and ...music for our overnight celebrations. We sat at the couch in hall talking generally and about our lives and remembering our old college days. Hour passed by. We decided to dance on slow music and put on slow instrumental one. We had our partners ready. Lights were dimmed and we started dancing. I held her by her waist and she had her arms around. Her only hope would be to make a run for it when her captors opened the door.And go where? She would never be able to convince her fellow policemen that she had been Jeff Stockwell. At best they would think she had got the information from their missing colleague.Maybe Michael Kingston could help her. Jeff knew he didn't work totally voluntarily for Quince. On the other hand, Kingston might just turn her over to Quince. All that was totally irrelevant if she couldn't escape.Jeff crouched down. Even in her ass, she decided. Perhaps that would be enough to maintain his interest, at least for a while.Oh, well, she thought, maybe I could help him find a younger girl who's very good in bed. But if I do that, why would he need me?In the meantime, though, Pete had her high up on the mountain. My God, she thought, maybe I'm actually going to ... cum! But it's never happened before. Ever! She was close ... closer ... she was ... And Pete stopped. Vangie jerked herself erect and opened her. Finding the potter, I shared my design with him and we agreed on how many panels of glass the greenhouse would require. I smiled when he added an extra couple - in case of breakages he said.I was getting a great buzz out of setting all these projects in motion and the next few weeks flew by as I toured the lordship to see how my improvements were taking root elsewhere as well as regularly checking-in with the craftsmen in the various workshops at Aird Driseig.It took the potter two weeks to.