“Oh sis, I’m so glad you’re going to join us, I’ve wanted to fuck you too, ever since you got home! Your new body is fucking sexy, not that t...ere was anything wrong with the old one. Mommy’s had me for a while, let me lap your cunt. Have you ever had a woman eat you out?”Tanya shook her head. “Let her baby, she’s fucking incredible. I trained her myself.”“I’m not as good as Mom, she’ll send you to the moon, but come on sis, straddle my face. Mommy, you can go behind and play with her tits. ”“Is that a problem for you? What people assume you to do?”“Can we cut the psycho crap?”“We can, if you tell me something that I can help you with I won’t have to keep trying and prying and asking.”Moira cocked her head, a weird thought crossing her mind. It had been a while since she had let anyone near her, and this time, place and the strangely okay doc had a bit of potential. Whatever, worth a try.“You know what, there’s actually something you could help me with.”“I’m listening.”“It’s been. You guide me all the way to the far wall, until my back presses against the shelves behind me. You step back and look me over from head to toes, lingering on my still obvious erection for you. Now it's my turn to smirk and my turn to know what you want.You return my gaze as you reach for your purse. I watch, still mesmerized, as you pull a pair of handcuffs and dangle them in front of me as your purse falls to the floor. I nearly laugh, but stop at a wide grin. I'll play along, I let you know. ”“You’ve followed me from Charleroi—why?”“I’ve followed you from eighteen Queen Street.”He smiled broadly at my astonishment that I had been under his eye since leaving London.“I see that you have cozened Madame Blanchard out of her prize Percherons. Doubtless you cozened yourself into her boudoir, hence your delay in arriving here. You, and your man, will now dig down and uncover the body of that dear lady’s son. I will then take possession of my property, and you, and the Percherons, will be.