He replied “A friend of Mr Hood. He want to meet you in his yacht moored at Ivory Tavern. If you do not come with me now. I will shoot you here and ...alk away.”Harry advised ‘He does have a firearm/gun. Lets go for a ride.’Helena stood up and said. “You drive boy.” and started to walk to his car. She waited for him to open the door for her. Getting in she fastened the seat belt. He was taken back with her response. He drove to the tavern car park and allowed him to direct her to the correct. The gold thread bodice she wore was bejeweled, and it cupped her shapely bosom and tapered in at her slim waist. I found myself speechless and beguiled by her beauty.Her dark eyes leveled with mine as she spoke with a French accent, “I am Marion la Droiturière,” she announced regally as if expecting me to know this already, adding, “You are Cat, no?” I was surprised, how on earth did she know my name?However, before I could ask she said, “Come!”Turning sharply away on her heels she glided. Sara sighed loudly and the mattress shifted as she got up. Lisa heard her step out of bed, open the door and sneak out in the hallway outside.Lisa felt the heat from her pussy, felt it pulsate under her fingers. She just wanted to start rubbing, giving in to her sinful desire. But she held back, forcing herself to be the docile christian she was raised as.She lay on her back and stared up at the ceiling, feeling how the mattress got wetter under her ass, where Sara had sprayed something on her.. She prepared a meal, not wanting to waste time going out to eat, again. It was ready just in time for him to arrive. That had at least occupied her mind for a while.A knock on the door and she held her breath as she hurried to the door. It opened and there he was. She almost came when he smiled and took her in his arms. Then they kissed. Those soft lips were gently drawing her out of herself. She felt like she was flowing into him. She knew it was really just her will leaving her. She was going.