He took a deep breath then exhaled. He retrieved the bloody baton from inside the bag, putting it on his desk. His eyes fixed on the contents inside t...e bag.“I found them, Father Petrou; I made them pay for what they did to Julie and me.” I pulled the two photographers out of my pocket, putting them beside the baton. “It’s all over now, no more,” I said.Father Petrou put his hands together, locking his fingers together. He looked down and closed his eyes. I watched his lips move. He was. "Freddie asked, "Did you get a report from the investigators yet?"Not really, Freddie, but a lawyer from the group came by and wanted me to sign some kind of agreement that the team wasn't responsible for the food and drinks. I didn't sign it and want my agent to look at them." I'll call my attorney to look at them if you want, and he'll come right out. Want me to call him?" Oh no, that isn't necessary. The guy has other things to do besides running out here at your beck and call."Freddie. We will get some food and whatever you need to live.”Hans just stood there. “We will live here?”“Just until I can have a house built for you. You will need to make a list of the things you will need to live and the things you will need to run the farm and take care of horses.” Tom picked up the bench and started for the house. He put it down and went back for more. Hans was still looking at the outside of the house. “Hans, you are the slave, why am I doing all the work?”Seeing Tom, smiling,. Mmmmmmmmm slowly I run my hands down your arms and onto your chest, slowly making circular movements around your nipples, then down to your stomach and up my stomach, running my hands up over my bra and then towards the clasp, slowly undoing the bra and allowing it to fall onto your stomach. The look on your face is a picture, bringing a smile to mine, I push myself to my feet and slowly lower my panties, you watch them slowly sliding over my hips and fall round my ankles, I step out of them.