..”, mumbled Baroness before going back to the phone line “My phone number is 06-52634334"“Got it! I will call you in a day or two, no less. Hav... a good day”, Tim hung up the telephone. Baroness also hung up on her side and returned to the Home complaining as usual, but what she didn’t knew is that Tim Raitor knew more of her case than it seemed.“Well, Tim, your plan is going to get high... but now, let’s see what you can do with her...” commented Mr. Raitor before picking up again the phone. Picking it up she opens it and a USB memory stick and a piece of paper is found inside. Getting out her laptop she starts it then plugs in the USB stick and downloading the contents. When done she see two video clips with no thumbnails. Opening number one she waits then on the screen a room fades into view. A view of a female on a couch, with no top or bra on, her skirt up over her waist. She instantly recognizes both the girl and the couch "That's me!" She starts to shake as the video fades to. " take a seat while I go and change. I'll show you what needs to be done today" I took a seat in her lounge room waiting patiently, on the coffee table was an assortment of magazines, the top one was a fashion mag, I picked it up and started flipping through the pages, and opened a section about lingerie..mostly silk and satin, I felt that all too familiar tingle down below. it had already swollen a tad upon my arrival, and gave myself a squeeze as I continued looking at those pictures...from. "Mark, I think we could all do with a shower and freshening up before the banquet tonight. Margaret?"Mark nodded. "Shall we say at nine, then, Thurston?" Nine it is," Mitchell answered, offering his arm to his lovely wife and strolling away with her.Mark turned in the opposite direction, intending to get a drink in the bar before going up to his room, and that was when he saw Priscilla. She was standing by the elevator, her hand on her hip and that brazen expression on her face. She smiled,.