It all now made sense now, but in home had she confided or need for him?The final picture answered his questions. The photo showed the shiny curled lo...g brown hair with her gold Beret placed across her forehead, down to her sculptured back that made the line of her body ending with her crack and bottom that was a work of art. However, her red skirt now clung to her lower back out of the way. Her round perky bottom resembled a red cardinal bird.Caprice had endured a vigorous spanking, and the. " she said. "No problem, glad to do it." Bryson grinned. He popped a stick of gum into his mouth as he gathered the dishes. "I'll tell Mr. Benjamin you were great." Terri said. "Why thank you." Bryson was visibly relieved. " Terri said to him "I hope someday you can "experience" Art and Ben like I did." "Oh no,no,no. I'm scared of Mr. Art. He would kill me with his giant dick. No one could suck that monster and live." Terri laughed and said "Tell Mr. Benjamin that the slutty princess wants him. Finally, some of the other division heads took it upon themselves to get me out for some much needed fun. We went to dinner at a local restaurant and had a great time. A couple of us retired to the lounge after dinner for a couple of drinks. I approached the bar to place our order and I noticed a couple sitting there playing one of those video trivia games that are popular in many bars. The man seemed pretty ordinary, but it was the woman who caught my eye. She was in her mid-forties, I would. 141 was split into multi-lets and it became home to dockers and factory workers and even spent a decade bordered up… becoming shelter to delinquents, vagrants and prostitutes who soon used it as their base to ply their sordid trade.Ah… sex. The downfall of so many. And so began 141’s final chapter.Nine years ago 141 came under it’s final owner… Mr and Mrs Stamp - a couple of notorious repute. The king and Queen of the swinging scene. 141 became known as The Townhouse. A den for infamous sex.