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Home of Max Storm

Datchet village

Windsor

Lat = 51 degrees, 29.0 minutes North

Long = 0 degrees, 35.1 minutes West

Sunday 6th August 1989.

Zero hours thirty-seven minutes BST

Forty minutes later, they were arriving back at Max’s home in the village of Datchet near Windsor.

Datchet village is situated on the banks of the river Thames near Windsor castle, written evidence of this village appears in the Ten Eighty-Six Doomsday survey, it is situated Twenty-one miles from central London.

During World War 2, vital secret works on the development of radar had taken place here.

Max’s home was tucked away behind a stock brick wall with electronically operated gates in Gables close and backed onto Datchet golf course, the house comprised of four bedrooms, three receptions two bathrooms and a double garage and a conservatory leading out onto the back garden overlooking the golf course, but with adequate trees to create a secluded environment.

Max reached for a small black oval shape plastic object from the door glove box and pressed the button on it and immediately the electronically operated gates opened.

He drove the car into the driveway parking it alongside his Meteor metallic grey Porsche 911.

Max exited the vehicle, noticed Ruth was still sitting within it, he walked around and opened the passenger door, and said, “We are home sweetheart!”

Ruth looked up at him, gave him a smile, and said, “I could do with a stiff drink love?”

Max offered his hand and Ruth grasped it and stepped out of the car.

On two previous occasions, Ruth had been abducted so she was no stranger to danger; however, this was the first time she had been within a whisker of death.

In addition, seeing the Chief Superintendent lying in her arms with gunshot wounds, having put himself in harm’s way to protect Max and her had been a terrible experience.

Inside the house, Max had poured two large glasses of whiskey and said, “To Stan may he make a quick recovery.”

“To Stan,” replied Ruth.

Max put his arm around Ruth and pulled her close to him, he leant close to her ear and whispered, “Don’t worry darling Stan’s a strong man, I am sure he will make it!”

Ruth turned and placed a passionate kiss on his lips when she withdrew she said, “Would it be wrong to ask you to make love to me Max?”

“I could think of nothing better to do to take our minds off this evenings events.”

A few minutes they were both naked on the bed, Ruth was on her back and Max was supporting himself with his palms on the mattress supporting his torso easily, his hips were held aloft on his knees, affording him ease of movement.

Ruth had her legs hooked around his biceps and her pelvis was cantered upwards.

Max’s cock plunged and recoiled repeatable with a rapid movement as his hips rose and fell.

Soft sobs of pleasure escaped Ruth’s mouth as everything else faded away from her, leaving her with only the base desire and a heated yearning.

Her only focus was on Max whom possessed her body; she felt the first wave of her orgasm as her womb clenched and the rush of the orgasm engulfed her body with an enormous pleasure, her skin felt like it was on fire as she felt the unravelling of her own emotions.

Max continued with his rhythm as he felt the first thick spurt of semen ejaculate into Ruth.

Ruth had also felt it and let out a gasp of delight.

Max’s fists were grabbing at the bedclothes on either side of Ruth’s head shuddering with every wrenching pulse of his own orgasm as he came hard and long.

Ruth took it all as he shattered from his passionate storm, Max fell into her arms his face pressing against her breasts his energy spent.