Matt should be up here doing this because it was largely his mess. She immediately regretted thinking that about the person who was her landlord, her ...hared lover and father of their only child. Minutes later her married life ended. Well to the south on that Sunday morning, the general manager of Mayfield Investments Ltd, Matt and Courtney Curtis’ son Reece, was at his office dressed in a green and blue shot silk shirt, blue jeans and white boat shoes, filling in time before taking his wife. . eventually. One-day years from now when so much had been done to her that few hardly remembered who she was and why she was here she'd already vowed to kill him; and his daughter."Its time," Madam Chui said as she entered the cell," stand!"Madam admired the effort that had been put into her appearance. Rachael was looking breathtaking; with her hair up in the bun her long neck and slight frame seemed to hover in the long silk white gown. The gown was open at the front like an ice waterfall. A dip in the water to rinse the razor and another short swipe at her lathered mound. Lips pressed where bare skin now showed. She could not resist squeezing and lifting her buttocks up, kissing the lips back with pressure if nothing else. Long moments stretched while they pressed against each other. A gentle tug on the silver chain reminded Bobbi to relax and let her new barber finish. Reluctant, she eased back down, arched her back like a cat and waited. The chain wriggled with the movement. The Estate Agent had no idea what BTI wanted the building for and didn't really care, they just wanted to sell property, and they would sell Buckingham Palace to the Saudis if it went on the market. Mr. Weeks was show into the manager's office. He was a non-descript roly-poly man who shook Mr. Weeks' hand as if it was a thrown life line. Mr. Weeks barely noticed. He was staring at the other person in the office, a mousey young brunette with nice tits. Her method of dress was rather formal and.