‘Would you mind if I looked at that?’ She touched my CD case lightly with her manicured nails. Her voice was soft and cultured and huskily sexy. S...e was still smiling, her head tilted slightly to one side. I was entranced, at that moment, if she had asked me for the contents of my wallet or requested me to dance naked on the table I think I would have happily given her what she wanted. ‘Yes, of course ….please do.’ She obviously could read French fluently as it took her only as few minutes to. You could barely make out a figure of a woman, but it looked like there had been an attempt to remove the image. Bluto held up his lantern to have a better look. "What's this all about then?" Elizabeth moved next to Bluto and her eyes widened. "That was not like that before; it used to be the image of Isis. As far as I could tell from the hieroglyphs she was standing guard... and there was a warning." "Warning?" Elizabeth smiled. "It typical stuff about not entering beyond. As she served drinks the dirty old fuckers were sliding their hands up her thighs and fingering her. She didn’t seem to mind as she had a way of standing with her legs apart and took her time serving, giving them plenty of time to get their fingers up her juicy snatch. The film then jumped, and she was sitting on top of Ron who was lying on the floor ramming his lovely knob up her.Another old bloke got behind her on his knees, as he spread her arse cheeks I could see his prick, fucking hell,. Maneka was confident that she would be hearing from Roger again one way or another and the two of them, in their respective homes, masturbated to climax.Sure enough, Roger phoned the estate agent's the next morning and got through to Maneka. "Ah, Mr Phillips, have you thought any more about what you saw yesterday?" She said pleased with herself for the ambiguity."I have, Ms Patel, I mean Maneka. I wondered if it would be possible for me to view the cottage again please?"Maneka had a large.