"Sarah how are things going for the dinner party" Very good Mistress, everything is ready entrees and dessert are in the fridge. The meat is marinatin... , the vegetables are prepared ready to be cooked."Rhianna standing behind her reached around cupping her breasts ,thumb and index finger rolling her nipples, as she nibbles on an earlobe."Time for a quick fuck then Sarah, come to my dressing room" Rhianna whispers in her ear.Sarah moves quickly to her mistresses dressing room as Rhianna watches. Anything I wanted I got. How could I turn out any other way?" So it's my fault you cheated on Barry? I thought it was his fault. Make up your mind. You know, you've become the American ideal. You have no responsibility for anything you do. It's always somebody else's fault."Why did everybody have to give me such a hard time? They made me selfish. You'd think she would understand. "You always take his side. Why can't you support me for a change?" You come and tell me he cheated on you and I'll. "What in God's name are you two back again for?"Smith was clearly about ready to come back even harder, he seemed to be loaded for bear, but Brown gestured at him quickly; there wasn't much question of which of them was in charge.Brown, however, was also apparently pretty pissed off. "Mr. Volker, we don't much care for it when people jerk us around," he said aggressively. "We've come back to correct that."Cam was wide awake again. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice as sweet and pleasant. " I know," she said sadly. "I know. I know. I know."She ran to her room.The police arrived promptly at half past four. Jean Robbins was one of them. The other was called Rob Garthwaite. Neither Steven nor Becca had met him before.Steven went to his office and Becca took Jean to the sitting room. They were both finished in half an hour. Becca found Jean to be a warm, understanding person and liked her. She offered both police officers a cup of tea afterwards but they declined and left.Steven led.