‘Damn!’ Dean muttered. ‘I thought that we had Maria off his hook.’ Turning to the officers, he asked if he could use the phone in the conferen...e room. ‘It’s getting late in Washington, but I might still be able to catch someone in my office who knows why Maria is out and under Bernard’s thumb again. And maybe they can help us some other way, too.’ Margaret passed the phone over to him. The phone on the other end rang and rang. Dean looked at his watch – it was now after 5 p.m. back in. Her legs were spread and tied down like what her Foster Father had done, and her arms were tied and hung on a hook, like what her Foster Father had done to her.Suddenly, a sword was pointed at Robert, "Lick her pussy," Keelan said, gesturing toward her vagina, "Or you and her will both die." "Nicole I..." Robert began.A tear slid down Nicole's cheek, "Let's get this over with." she whispered.Robert, hesitantly, walked over and stooped down. He grabbed her legs for support, then began to lick.. He kissed along her jaw line to that oh so sensitive place on her neck. It drove her absolutely mad when he paid her attention there. He bit lightly, licked to soothe, and generally drover her nearly mad. She continued to writhe on him, moaning now in uncontrollable want. He chuckled lightly, his breath on her skin making her shiver. She reached down, slid his belt off of him quickly, and untucked his shirt. It was past time to feel him in her hands. She ran her hands over all of him that was. The second, naturally, was that she was going shopping in Paris, but she couldn’t help that thought. ‘Make me proud,’ he mother had said. Stella sighed.I guess I know what I have to do. *~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~* Later that night Stella was contemplating the fate of the manor. She had decided to hire temporary staff and landscapers and such. She knew she wanted to purchase new uniforms, those rags they’ve been wearing looked decades old. Then she thought of Mouse. Stella looked at the clock: 10 PM..