My cock twitched and grew a little.She giggled. "Was that for me?" she asked, turning, still on her knees, to face me. Her huge breasts swaying in the... sunlight.I blushed a little, and stammered incoherently."It's fine." she said, and moved a little closer. "I sometimes get a little horny out here too." She placed a hand on my thigh and smiled, looking up and down my body. I was about 40 at the time, my belly a little bigger than it should, but I was still quite active with some muscle in there. He'll certainly be up to his big ears in leftover cheese and wine tomorrow. Which of these unpronounceable bluish things do you think would most likely give him the worst indigestion tomorrow?" A tricky choice ... something half-rotten and smelly would seem like a good start though."Probably so. I selected the oldest dated and smelliest package of Bleu d'Auvergne cheese I could find. My lovely assistant made a strange and entirely different sort of choice: A nice aged smoked Gouda."I don't. Jill lived in Canada but had relatives in England so visited as often as she could. She loved to visit London York Edinburgh and the like so we quite liked the idea of meeting up in York. Me going away for a few days was nothing unusual as this happens with my job so no problem there.We arranged the hotel booked separate rooms as we had fantasized as to how this may pan out.The Hotel was a few minutes walk from the train station it was a lovely late April mid afternoon and I had butterflies at. “We here as aides, not assistance.” Zchezzlr said, as if that explained everything.“You mean, you’re not here to help, you’re here to torment?” Phil asked, raising his cane again, understanding the distinction perfectly.“No,” Sweizzr insisted. “We assist. We agree with you, why the creators selected us. We also speak almoss perfect English, looked down on because of our ... sympathetic attitudes.”Phil stopped dead in his tracks. “You’re here to aid, but not torment me?”“What the hell’s the.