Nicholas sat in his dressing gown, legs crossed with his laptop resting in front of him and a triangle of toast hanging out of his mouth as he closed the lid. A gentle summer breeze wafted up from the expansive, lush gardens that began below the verandah and extended to the distant manicured hedgerow. The mornings were fresh and the breeze pleasant as it drifted up his legs and found a path to his recently overworked groin. He couldn't help but provide some guidance by uncrossing his legs and opening his thighs.<br/><br/>The effect was soothing at first and progressed, as his mind began to focus on the subject, into a little excitement; a twitch here, a little growth movement there, of his ample manhood.<em> I thought you would have needed a little rest after this last few days, you randy sod!</em>Unfortunately his appetite wasn't to be sated yet. Kelly was still taking her shower while he had been making the calls this morning that confirmed his purchase of the prize paintings.<br/><br/>He felt well rested despite his and Kelly's sexual gymnastics. He had been right to put his trust in her from the beginning. Her flirtatious manner turned him on beyond belief, creating wild imagery in his mind that fueled ever more drive. Still there was better to come...he knew that he would try more and different techniques...she seemed to relish everything that he put to her.  But he wanted to take his time...there was a pleasure in subtlety that he enjoyed.  Toying with her physically and mentally was one of life's current joys, and of course it was reciprocal.  She just knew how to wiggle and glance, pout and bend...all seemingly unconsciously and yet he knew it was a deliberate act that she performed for his benefit.<br/><br/>His mobile phone began to vibrate in the pocket of his gown and it gave him a start; it was lodged tight against his genitals. He was in two minds whether to answer or simply let it ring off, so to speak, but he wasn't going to waste any sperm...after all, Kelly had become greedily obsessed by the taste...and besides, only a few people had this number.  He pressed the answer key and just listened, as was his custom.<br/><br/>It wasn't good news this time...but what the hell. Someone at Sotheby's had leaked that Nicholas was the buyer of the Monets to a Times journalist. It would be all over the tabloids in hours, literally, and that would mean that Gianna Ford would know even sooner.<em>Damn!</em>Still...it was all in the past now...the bird had flown and he had the gorgeous prize...and Kelly! What a wonderful day it was.<br/><br/><em>Frances! Are you coming down for breakfast? Come as you are dear...no need to dress!</em>