He wanted to see her face and how she responded. He saw surrender and no resistance. Good, he thought. The look on her face put him over the edge an... he came deep into her ass-pussy. He pumped in every drop before pulling out.Capri sagged as he pulled out, but stayed on all fours. Mace noticed that her pierced clitty was semi-erect. So, she enjoyed it, that's good, he noted."You're now my slut. You old life is over; you know that, don't you? You will be my house slut and will pleasure. His watched showed 9:58. Perfect. He rang the door bell, and Sarah answered it. Ah, Max glad you could come! she exclaimed bringing him inside the house. Looking around he saw no one else. Am I the first one here? he asked. No, there are some other people waiting in their rooms already. This is all secretive, so you wont know who anyone is. Are you going to be in the competition? Max asked hopefully. Ms. Gwen laughed. Honey, if I was in the competition Id win every time. Now come this way. She. The Professor was not into the nightlife, not any city’s nightlife, not even his own in New York City. The only ‘nights’ he went out were nights he attended the symphony or opera. He decided that for the remainder of the day he would spend time in the casino. He loved the slot machines. They agreed to meet for lunch but after dinner, the Professor intended to return to New York City. He had bought his own car, a small and unattractive vehicle next to Hudson’s new Corvette. The morning was. The Viscount had never raised his voice, but he’d talked to the girl. Softly, calmly, he’d talked to her, until she came within easy reach of him. Then, without blinking he’d grabbed her and snapped her neck before turning and walking out of the dining room. Phillip had changed the offending napkin rings and never forgot the ease or lethal calmness that the Viscount had exhibited in exacting punishment. Scythe couldn’t hear what was being said, merely the exchange of murmured words at the far.