“Why else would they be here today? It is your birthday. You are eighteen now.”“But ... But...”“Which is why this might not be a good time,�...� Will said, again looking at me. I got the message.“I should go. I’ll call you later.”“NO!” Clarissa blushed then continued more quietly. “I don’t want any secrets from you, Paul. You’ve told me everything. I want you to know everything too.”“Are you sure about this?” Will asked.Clarissa nodded. “Paul stays. Just like last time.”We went back into the. Swiiiiish-craaaaack!“Ouch!”Peter peeled her pants down. Clare did not resist but felt the cool air flood over her sore cheeks. Her hairy pussy was on show but Clare did not mind – only her throbbing bottom was of concern.Swiiiiish-craaaaack!“Ahhhh!”Swiiiiish-craaaaack!“Ouch!”Swiiiiiiish-craaaaaaack!“Yeouch!”Clare jumped up and hopped round the rom holding her bottom.The cane was put in the bag.Clare jigged for a couple of minutes then came to Peter and hugged him. She kissed his face.A few. As the door opened they looked in astonishment at the corridor which led to the lounge. Paintings hung on the walls, and the thick carpet stretched in every direction. On both sides of the corridor were bedrooms. There was a small bathroom at the end, just before the door to the enormous lounge.Even with all the furniture the room was still gigantic, and seemed to be divided between a contemporary dining area and traditional lounge. Shades of green reigned supreme, with heavy dark green. I'm sure you have read the accounts that appeared in the Times this morning.Please know I send my most humble regards, Baroness Gullane. If we meet again, the pleasure will surely be all mine.Regards,Inspector Lorenzo Healy, Metropolitan Police ForceShe sighed as she put the note down. Taking up the murderer's letter, she read it through, snorted in an unladylike manner, and sighed once more."Pan...Dora. Fresh tea, if you please. And some biscuits. More shortbreads, you lazy crew."She was soon.