I could hear the five Dommes in the living room laughing and talking, though it was impossible to hear clearly enough to understand their conversation.... They seemed to be having a grand time. Several times I could make out ?oh, that’s nice? presumably from Someone using Her foot slave and many sadistic sounding chuckles. I was sure that the servant-slave was getting almost constant abuse. With a body like his and a cock any man would be utterly proud of, I was sure that he was under. ..” she trailed off. “You seem, Mr White, to have taken a fatherly interest in my two youngest children. More than my husband ever did. He took William and Henry to his heart and has trained them to run the business. But the younger two ... Mr White, I need help with them. This must go no further, but my husband was not their father. I will go no further. Mr Wills didn’t know, at least I don’t think so. But after George’s outburst, telling him that he wasn’t their father, I think he put two and. .. only professional she repeated to herself. She was not one who liked to mix pleasure with business. Even though he seemed to blur the line for her when convenient. Something she had a love/hate relationship with. She enjoyed the attention but at times felt cheap for it knowing she wasn’t a source of affection for him. "Jenny, grab a seat over here." He said as he gestured with his hand to the chair in front of him as he leaned against his massive desk. "You look outstanding today.. And the party went on until late. Around 2 in the morning Christopher grabbed his violin and started to play a happy tune. It held the middle between an Irish Jig, an islander folk song, and some upbeat modern pop song. It was fun to listen to. And slowly the 80 or so people went quiet to listen to Chris play. They had not heard him play the violin before. Apart from his father. It was his violin and he had made Chris take lessons when he was younger. Christopher morphed one song into another..