This is....exciting" she said through gritted teeth and a queasy tummy. "It's...an adventure. Can't think why oor Mary wouldn't do it. She'd do out, t...e please me...except this. Strange! ". He stripped off all of his clothes...right down to how God made him. 'That God can be awfully cruel, sometimes.' Lesley thought. ....to make some one so fat....then give them them a huge cock. Must be his way of balancing things out....she giggled inwardly. His cock was rising at the thought of what was to. As she walked away, she wondered why she felt this good. She didn’t like being a bitch, but some people just asked for it. The elevator doors opened, and as providence decreed, the Ramsay brothers spilled out. They were caught mid-smirk when they sighted her waiting for them to exit, and their smirks vanished. Both of them were became the youthful human equivalents of obedient puppies, staring at her in the moment of first sighting, hoping she made eye contact, and wagging their tails. She knew. It was the maid’s day off so there was no one to answer the door, so moved to answer it. Perhaps one look at her would scare whoever was knocking off. She opened the door and was surprised to see Scott. ‘What are you doing here?’ she asked. ‘I came to see if you were ok. You didn’t look so hot last night. Flo, gave me your address, I hope you didn’t mind.’ His eyes took in her disheveled appearance but made no comment. ‘Oh, well that was kind of you, but you needn’t have gone to such trouble. I. ’ ‘You may be surprised. When you go to the Ball, you should be prepared for some loaded questions.’ Abby had long ceased to be taken aback that everyone seemed to be aware of her movements, so Gwen’s reference to the Hunt Ball was not worth comment. ‘Oh and why would that be?’ ‘There will be some moneyed people there. Your position in the City is of interest, although no-one is actually sure of what you were doing, except that whatever it was you did it very well. You will find the need to.