Merryweather, you know what I did with the snooker table and this room. I'm sure that we can protect the interior items with the same careful consider...tion. All I'll need is the keys to this side of the house and that will conclude our acceptance of the property." I said with a tone of finality in my voice."Oh, very well sir! But if I find that the wing has been altered in any way, on the outside, then I will make a protest to the Government. This is their building after all." She said with a. Her pelvis bucked wild and furious back and forth, Mandy still knealing in front of her Son.“Suck on mommys nipple, suck on it” she shouted suddenly. But Danny took a step back and started to cry. Maybe he thougt his mom was really sick or something. All of a sudden Mandy came back to reality, she looked around in panic and then took her son in her arms. “ Sshhhh, its OK Dannyboy, mommy is fine” she whispered.“Come on, lets go in the kitchen and get an ice” she said smiling. With Danny on her. She then looked down the table at me, and I could almost feel the daggers flying towards me from her steely eyed gaze. I looked away, quite shocked. Perhaps I had gone too far. I didn’t want to get into a tangle with Lady Helen. As dinner came to an end, and the guests began to migrate to the drawing room, I decided I should make an inconspicuous retreat. I said a quiet good night to my father, and slipped upstairs, keen not to become involved in conversation with Sir Richard again. Back. You don’t walk. Walking is what people do. You’re my pet, now. My bitch. And I’m gonna train my bitch up really good.’ I crawled to the stairs. Desmond followed, and then the girls. Going down stairs on all fours wasn’t easy—I almost fell a couple times. But then I made it. The girls bundled themselves onto the sofa, bottles of wine and full glasses in their hands. They snuggled and smiled wide-eyed as if at a sleepover. I was kneeling in front of Desmond. He was still wearing his sunglasses..