Eight men set upon me and my two friends yesterday while we were out riding a circuit of our fief. He said that he did not know why he was hired to ki...l me, but this sounds very much like what happened to Lord Bushton."Please read this message from my Father. In it, he assures you that he wants peace with your house and will do everything that he can to make it happen!" Very well, I believe you for now, Sir Geoffrey. Please give me the letter so that I may read it." I handed the scroll to Lady. On two or three of the other screens men had women some in shackles, some in bed all in extasy…, on the left hand bottom screen a woman with a long whip was giving a chap stripes, so our man feeling a bit tired, it fitted his mood perfectly, to sit and watch it all happening on screen with minimum energy and a long cool drink, which he stretched out, as like me he hates drink drivers! The Whip appeared at his side, whisky in hand, “Between you and I your Mya`s chosen My Bessy, and your ‘Nina’. His Wife Louise who was none the wiser was all about Peter, work and her never ending lists she made so that her / their perfect life was orderly and ran like clock work. Their sex life was active but very fucking dull. Jon ever the voyeur had even grown tired quickly of watching them fuck. Their forays never lasting more than five , ten minutes tops and Louise never came. Not even once. That would soon change.Louise had planned a night out in the city with some of her work colleagues and as. It wouldn’t have any effect on their next “excursion” one way or the other. “Well?” he asked, “how was your night?” “A fuck lot worse than I ever imagined” she said. He nodded in agreement. The rules. There were others. Several others actually. And one of them was on both their minds at the moment. It read “anything worn home after your evening away, that you didn’t bring with you, is to be removed by your spouse in full view of the bedroom cameras within the first 30 minutes or arrival.” When.