He licked his lips and swallowed hard he was dumbfounded. His eyes slowly swept past her well formed lips which she had applied just a hint of lipsti...k that emphasised the colour of her hair it was not too little or too much like the lipsticks the whores he had fucked before applied, it was just perfect. From her lips his eyes swept past her well small pale throat and rested on her firm round tits which were clearly visible through her see through black chemise and he realised they were hard. Her red granny blood, splattered all over Shelby's face.The whole scene was truly fuckin' sick; but Shelby, knew the consequences of being in such a despicable game.By day 3, we were all dusted out, and exhausted.I called the boss, and told him that the bastardo wasn't talking. The boss said hold tight. He, and Douglas, would be right over.The house looked like a Pinche horror movie. It was sick, but We were trying to send a Pinche message.Part 3: Dinner talkLet me give you a quick little back. He was a dapper little man of about 40, who was always impeccably dressed and groomed. His shoes were always polished to a high shine and his pin-stripe trousers pressed to razor sharp creases. His grey silk tie and long-tail coat were perfectly tailored. I knew nothing more about him other than that he ran the London home of Sir Henry and Lady Agnes Carlisle with super-efficiency. The house was a huge mansion in the heart of London's Mayfair. A multi storied building with every last luxury as. ...Fine John, be ready for me. I'll be home in ten minutes." And then she hung up the phone.I stood with the phone in my hand, staring at it. What had I done? More to the point what had she said. "Well then, be ready when I get home?" Is that really what she said?Yes. It was. She had said "Just for once say what you want," and I did. Ok then. I have ten minutes. She wanted it too, she wanted to be submissive; if I was to believe the magazines she was reading.I walked into our salon-living room..