“2nd door on your left” she said before heading off through another door, leaving Pammy alone.Pammy composed herself, adujusting her black skirt a...d white button up top to ensure she was well presented and headed off down the hall. She reached the door and gave it a strong tap.“Come in” a voice bekoned.Pammy opened the door and entered the office. She was greeted by a man sitting behind a desk. “Hi there, I guess you are Pam?” the man enquired.“That’s right, although most people call me Pammy,. " Marc grinned. "And that of course would be the biggest rub of all. Imagine having to start all over with a considerably reduced cash base and no clients. I mean..." All right, all right! I get the picture Rowell. You would like my wife to receive a punishment similar to that which we inflicted on Alison... Mrs. Jones.Marc nodded. "Seems only fair to me. Oh and you have to promise that all future business dealings will be on the up and up. You see I have contacts in the business world, people. Pansy has tears running down her face as she feels her tormentor pull all the way out. Something plastic is pressed into her arse before she is released.Tonks grins at the buttplug she made the little bitch take as she leads Pansy back to the study.All eyes turn to the door as Pansy is led into the room. Harry sits down at the desk and waits as Pansy is led to the middle of the room. "On your knees bitch."Pansy instantly obeys her master's command, terrified at his cold tone."Parkinson, you are. I wonder just how long that conversation lasted and just how long it took you to start it? Still, with a broken laptop he had an excellent excuse to postpone a conversation that looked even less desirable in the light of day, especially at fifty cents a minute for email.Early made his way the ship's internet café at 6:30 local time and noted it was 9:30 in Seattle. At least this way Susan wouldn't have to spend all day looking for his email, Early hated having to do that. He sent the following.