" So we go with her blessing, no?" Ed asked.She led the way carrying the basket. Ed followed carrying the rolled ancient blanket. The path was perfect...ly easy to see, but he didn't walk beside her, anyway. She guessed where his eyes were pointed, and put a little extra sway into her hips. Turning him on was such fun, although -- after last night -- it probably wasn't necessary.Anyway, these jeans had been a struggle. They weren't really picnic clothes. She had better get all the use out of them. If you could confirm that suspicion then we can arrest the group and charge them with orchestrating the Peterloo Massacre, which will take some of the political pressure off Lord Sidmouth."I was dubious of getting involved with MI5 or MI6 again, but as John Stafford would keep me informed on the whereabouts of Becky, and von Metzendorf and Maddox when discovered, I supposed it was the least I could do.I arranged to meet his undercover man the next day in the Cheshire Cheese tavern in Fleet. He had begun to softly stroke me from my naked thighs to torso, finally settling on languidly fondling my breasts. Occasionally tugging and twisting and rolling my nipples. By halfway through the movie I was squirming in my seat, rubbing my ass up against his renewed erection. I had tried to pull one of his hands down to my pussy, but he merely shook it off and continued to tantalize my tits. I was finding it very difficult to keep my own hands out of my crotch. I was stroking his thighs with. Anne shooed him away refusing to answer. ‘That was quite an entrance Joyce-Lynne. He pays top dollar and is a cream puff, you could make a weeks pay in a couple of hours with him if you are interested.’ ‘He looked a bit of a wimp and he would probably die on me!’ I was chuckling as I heard his retreating footsteps go up the stairs. Anne said. ‘True, very true, you are one hell of an act to follow.’ ‘Ok Joyce-Lynne in there off with the lot and then come into the dungeon.’ I murmured, ‘Its one.