Well deserved, if I may say so."Her manner softened somewhat, "Thank you, Alex ... if I may?" Yes, Ma'am, of course..." So, Alex ... you wanted this m...eting?" Yes, Ma'am." Alex took a deep breath, glanced at Zoe, and handed several photographs to the older woman. "Her name is Nadiya. She's a Russian orphan from near Moscow. She was abducted and brought here illegally. She was then 'trained' – raped and beaten, humiliated and chained when not in ... use. She's not the only one – she knows of at. We took the lift to the eighthh floor and sat at the staircase between the seventh and eighth level. Those of you who stay in maisionettes should know the lift only stops on the even levels e.g. second, fourth, etc. So the staircases between these levels are usually secluded.We inched closer to each other as we hugged and frenched. My hands wandered down from her back to her breasts, first touching, then fondling then squeezing it through her bra. I unbuttoned her top two buttons. At the third. I wouldn’t call it a mansion, but it was a lot of house for one person to live in, complete with a pool. We started in the kitchen with wine and I couldn’t stop imagining him bending me over the granite counters. He gave me a tour of the house that ended halfway through.I ended the tour when I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Contrary to popular belief, I didn’t do it because of the concert tickets or his luxurious house. I did it because he had turned me on and when that happens it’s. He’d be fighting with his sword. Up close and personal. ‘Keme.’ Vumanesco’s voice was as weak as his courage. ‘What?’ snarled Keme, releasing another arrow. ‘I… I was wondering if you were thirsty.’ ‘No,’ snarled Keme. If he were he wouldn’t need to be served. The courier-kids were his army and his decoys, they weren’t his servants. ‘I’ll just go away then,’ said the Vumanesco kid and trotted off. Keme released another arrow and grabbed a fresh one. It wouldn’t be long now, just a few days..