They came closer and winked at the liftman and said so this bitch is really a slut as you told us, eh, look at this bitch sucking cock like a whore. I...tried to get up and cover myself with my saree when the liftman pulled it away and said " no need to act, they all know what a whore you are.The watchman said let’s take her to the servant's room. They all agreed. I tried to say no, please let me go when the watchman grabbed my ass and squeezing it he said everyone needs to know what a slut you. She suggested he used two rooms at the back of the house formally used by the housekeeper and her husband who had looked after her needs after her husband had died, he had been her chauffer and gardener till he passed away and she had retired to live with her s****r some years ago. Tim jumped at the chance, but quaintly asked about whether it was proper for him to live with her as her reputation would he said suffer. Ursula laughed at that, she said that she was over 60 whatever would they. ”She just smiled, and the intrigue grew.“This is it,” she announced, pulling into a garage and handing the attendant her phone. He studied it for a moment, nodded, and raised the gate. Three floors of descent later, she pulled into an empty spot. It was far from the first they’d seen, so he knew that she’d been aiming for a specific space, but it was another clue that brought him no closer to an answer.He was reaching into the back seat for their bags when she stopped him. “Not yet. The only. I would like to invite you to a late lunch at my home tomorrow afternoon and give you a tour of my private art collection. I think you would enjoy the works that I have collected. I hope you will consider my offer and accept my apologies. I will send a carriage for you tomorrow at two o’clock. I am hoping that you will be there to meet it. Sincerely yours, Nicholas Andrews She refolded the letter and returned it to the envelope. She once again consulted her reflection in the mirror. Could she.