Once the front door was opened, his granddad ushered for all of them to walk through. Charles was having an inside tour of the house.Charles's grandda... took them on a tour of the lower floor ... It had many hallways and corridors. It had a very large lounge, with sofas and even a piano. It had a very large kitchen, with cutleries hanging down. It had its own dining hall. It had a very large bathroom, like ones normally found in hotels. It also had another room that was large and full of book. Michaels choice was Patricia, a 23-year-old brunette who was easily taken as she worked late at the law firm for which she was employed. The building in which she worked had a service elevator which led to an underground parking garage. One small tranquilizer dart from Michaels dart gun, and she was out like a light. He wrapped her body in a quilt used by moving companies, and he took her down the elevator to her car. Having taken her purse and car keys, he simply dumped her body in the trunk. ’ ‘Geez,’ Lauren grunted, again lost in Rachal’s narrative. Her hands idled on the dark-skinned model’s soft breasts. ‘I guess Kay’s your fairy Godmother…’ Rachal began to laugh, thrusting her tits forward. Reminding Lauren that they were naked together. Her pussy let off another surge of heat. ‘Not unless it’s okay to fuck a Godmother. That woman’s hot!’ ‘You… you and Kay?’ ‘Sensational,’ the exotic beauty answered, leaning forward to run the tip of her tongue across Lauren’s lips. The blonde. Let the bitch sweat a little, you thought to yourself as you remained the perfect student although your lack of skill in the subject and your inability to answer any serious problem correctly was always just a tad upsetting. You weren't surprised that Linda didn't show for this, the last lesson of the day and you wondered just when she was going to be released from the predicament you had left her in... and by whom.As the home time bell rang, you left the classroom feeling Mrs D's eyes.