"That still wasn't enough to get a good lock on where this person is. 'Think girl, think.' She reviewed the phone call once more trying to spot any po...sible information that may help narrow down where this person was. "Can you get me any information on the name Lilly?" One moment." The secretary then punched into the name. "I'm faxing you a print out of the information right now."The computer responded by producing 3 names. However one name was put above the rest. Lilly Warchester. The computer. Thoughts started tumbling through her mind. So that's what's been going on downstairs.Cecil and Cecile are not pets, they're Heather's slaves. It's like before the Civil War. Except they're voluntary slaves. Why would anyone willingly be a slave? You have no freedom, and are whipped and abused at your owner's whim. She needed to talk to Heather about this.She then thought about seeing Cecil and Cecile almost naked. Cecil's penis was encased in a cage made of rings, and Cecile was wearing a. When Patsy exited the bathroom my jaw hit the floor! She had transformed herself from the beautiful business woman that walked in the door into an image straight from the Victoria’s Secret catalogue or maybe even Playboy. She stood about 5’6” in her heels and her legs were clad in sheer black stockings, capped with a lace top that reached and elastically nipped the top of her thighs, framing the delicate triangle of her sheer lace panties. I could see no stray pubes but guessed she kept it. He had amazing dark blonde hair styled perfectly in a way that showed off his defined face and piercing blue eyes. The stubble looked even hotter than before as it cast a light shadow across his cheeks. My mouth open I glanced down and saw his nipples and what looked like a perfect package visible through that tantalisingly tight t-shirt.“Forget the beers” he said as he walked further into the room. Before I could say anything he pushed me against the counter and began kissing me passionately..