Contessa Helena de San Finzione’s face filled the screen. Maria looked over at the computer on her desk and realized that was where this was filmed....��Hello, Maria,” Helena said with a soft smile, speaking Italian; the language spoken most around the castle and the one in which she and Maria usually conversed. “If you’re watching this, something has happened or is currently happening to me, and it’s your time to step up. I have every faith in you, Dearest One. However, there are some important. It was sitting on the table. Right next to his coffeecup. He hadn't let it out of his sight since Miss Linda left for work.And without any reluctance at all he reached for it and applied agenerous coat of shocking pink to his lips 'til they glistened. All thewhile looking up into Mistress Melissa's eyes and smiling submissively.She held her clit while she lightly ran just the drooling tip back andforth across his silken lips. He couldn't taste anything. His lips werepursed. She hadn't. We'd be going round a sharp bend soon. Used to this journey, I braced myself for the turn, planting my feet wide apart. The person behind me was obviously less accustomed to the journey and fell forward as the train turned. I felt their body press up against me, particularly pushing into my round backside. A man muttered an apology and I craned my neck to see him. A smile fluttered over my lips as I quickly took him in. He was effortlessly handsome: olive skinned with large green eyes and brown. Treasure hunter, although that sounds a little cheesy.”“No, not cheesy at all.”An awkward pause followed, and Tia suddenly suspected Simone was taking stock, like she was an unusually cordial burglar.“Would you examine something for me?”“Sure!” Tia said. “What do you have for me?”Simone hefted what she held in her left hand onto the counter. The mystery object was wrapped in heavy, dun cloth and landed on its smaller face with a satisfying thunk.“What is it?” Tia said. She reached for the.