" Your plan? Getting a job at Club T to infiltrate Bruchetti's organizationwas my idea." No, dear. I planted that idea in your mind when I first captu...ed you. Ieven instructed your mind to accept Rocco's inevitable advances."Robin was shocked. "I can't believe it."Ivy shrugged. "I wanted someone to help you ... appreciate ... the bodyI've given you. Rocco Bruchetti, with his kinky little empire, was theobvious choice. But now the time for play is over and your real lessonsmust begin." Ivy. But the death-taxes had been so heavy that he had struggled to maintain the house and in the end had decided to sell and buy a farm in Rhodesia. Charles had been an aviator in the war and had decided he would take the opportunity to travel from England to Rhodesia by plane in a record time and so maybe make a name for himself as an airplane instructor too. As it was obvious that aviation was going to be the future. Mary just had turned 18 and had just finished her boarding school for ladies. A hand would slowly slide down to her waistband. I imagined hearing the bottom being unhooked and hearing the sound a zipper being lowered. I would then hear a slight gasp, as the pressure of her shorts was eased. I could see her lightly running her hand over her red panties. Feeling lower and lower, until she centered on her sweet mound. I could almost feel the heat rising as I knew it does. Maybe a little damp spot appearing through the red. A gentle little touch. Then a firmer one.. "Why, you'rechilled to the bone. Go make yourself comfortable in the morningroom and I'll get the tea. Darla, you and Carol keep himcompany, please."Left to play hostess, Darla started to guide their guest into thesun-warmed morning room on the southeast corner of the hugehouse, only to find him already halfway down the hall toward theroom. *Maybe he just knows classical Victorian architecture?*"Come along, Carol," Darla ordered wishing there was somethingelse she could do with the delinquent.