She enters the room quietly and hears splashes coming from the bathing antechamber. James is alone. Isabelle clears her throat; he turns to face her."...y lord, may I join you?"He ponders, sifting the water through his hands."I think perhaps we shall wait until later," he begins."Perhaps you are too tired from your previous encounter," Isabelle coolly."Excuse me?" I believe I spoke clearly enough. Are you too tired from your encounter with the blonde?" What I do is no business of yours. You are a. Not to mention it had been quite some time since I had been laid.Eventually, she turned out the lights and went to bed. But before she pulled the sheets up, she got up I would assume to go to the bathroom or turn things off. In this short time frame, she was moving around by the light from the TV and remained topless. Not that the light was great, but my timing was right and I got to see her tits with little obstruction, and they were just as beautiful as the rest of her. Perfectly proportioned. "And for the whole week, she will be telling everyone that I picked her to do it and not you." "Fine," Denise replied irritated. "It will be on the servers by the end of the day." "Good," I replied as I stood up. "Hey, where is the picture of you and whats-her-face?" Denise turned to look at me with a look that could kill an entire army. "Oh," I nodded as I backed off. "Sorry." "Go away," Denise said as she got back to work. "She's in a good mood," a familiar voice said from behind me.. "Do you understand?" His voice was strained and angry. Corri let out a muffled response and was able to nod her head very slightly to show herassent. As she did he dragged her to the back of the van. Quicklyopening the doors, he threw her in. Corri bounced and slid a few feet.He jumped in and grabbed her by the hair. In an instant he applied ducttape to her mouth. Pinning her to the floor, he pulled both her armsbehind her back. In a flash her hands were tied. Just as quickly herlegs were.