Sometimes they would stand up and tell Lilian he is going to read her a night time story and then carry her off down the dark hallway into the back ...edroom closing and locking the door. Lilian would barely notice because she would have at least two different men with hands groping her wet cunt under the dinning room folding table, as she says “no-don't and stop”. With her head spinning from downers and liquor, it was just a matter of time before she would eventually end up face down in. .."After locking her phone and hiding it back in the dresser, Leslie felt awave of sleepiness pass over her. She thought for a moment that sheshould put a bra or shirt on, but felt that her tiny tits would notcause her too much discomfort in the night. With her soft bedding pulledaround her, Leslie fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of the week ahead ofher.As she silently rested on her bed, the phone in her dresser vibratedsoftly. In the morning it would have a message waiting for her, and notone. .. not at all, not anymore," Mercer said, predicting the next question. "There's really no need."He looked at his watch."Five minutes and it will finish with the twins, and both will only want more. Lucky for me that's been arranged. I believe you've met Miss Knox downstairs?"Jennings gulped, thinking about the foxy brunette, her eyes knowing behind those stylish glasses."You're... You're going to let it use your secretary?" Let it?" Mercer forced a laugh. "She would quit if I tried to stop. That front room was everything a small cottage would normally have, sofa, two armchairs, sideboard all in polished oak and fawn upholstery, a couple of water-colours of the local features on the walls pot plant in the window, a bookrack with assorted novels surrounding an open fire-place, the archetypal English 1930`s front parlour. Trevor appeared, impressing on me the need for “tight lipped secrecy”, he explained they kept this room for visitors, the vicar, neighbours and the like!Then he.