.................................................................................................................................................................The following morning, after a continental breakfast taken in the hotel's tiny cafe-restaurant, the couple set off to walk down the Champs Elysees. It was a dazzlingly sunny day, with sunlight bouncing off the flowering chestnut trees which lined the swish Parisian avenue. Cathy was wearing a short cotton floral print dress, pale pink. All over her body her pink skin had red spots as a result of the slapping and spanking. She had difficulty standing properly because the soles of her feet were burning from being hit repeatedly. There was a strange taste in her mouth that she could taste it everywhere, she could even taste it on her breath. She didn't know it at all but it didn't taste very good, in fact it tasted very horrible. She was passed out on the aft deck when he used his cum seeping from her pussy to stick his. "Lying in bed she wondered about this mysterious invitation. How did they know her name? Why invite her and not Ann? Was this a joke? Was this mansion really boarded up? She had to find out.After work the following day, Elizabeth got in her car and started for Salem. She couldn't stop thinking of that strange invitation. There was something interesting and almost eerie about the whole thing. She had to at least see it. After a few wrong turns and a nice person with good directions, she turned. "You see I have another, well, it's another,..." That's all right," said Allison, clearly disappointed. "Perhaps, some other time?" Err, why not?" said George looking at his watch and convincing Allison that it was most unlikely. "Look, sorry, got to dash. Got another meeting."He was ushering Allison out when she suddenly said, "You do the accounts for Erica Wilkie, don't you?" If she had asked about any of his other clients, George would have thought nothing of it but the mention of Erica's.