My anger boiled like the water I had the servants take for their bathing. I could barely bring myself to gaze upon Madeleine and inwardly cursed her f...r a whore. The following morning the Mistress allowed Madeleine to leave to visit her mother and return the following evening. I was hoping she might miss her curfew that I might be given the opportunity to take my friend, the long, slender cane, to the soft skin of her arse and mark her, sting her and exorcise my ire. Even this was I denied for. We were all in our mid twenties to our mid thirties. We were all in good physical health too. A couple of the girls had medical training, one was a nurse and one was an aid. One of the guys was an EMT with the fire department. Then we had the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker to round out the group. Just joking about the candlestick maker.I had brought a case of twelve bottles of Jack Daniels because that was always my payment for using my uncle’s hunting cabin. Along with his case. ‘You have very naughty hands, Mr. Devlin,’ she purred huskily. ‘You’re about to make me forget to ask you if we can have dinner with Ty tomorrow night. He invited us, but I said I’d have to get back to him.’ ‘Sure, whatever you want, Mrs. Devlin,’ I told her, pulling my hands away as if I were done. I knew it would drag a response out of her and it did. Slowly, she slid herself onto my lap, grabbed hold of my tie, pulled me forward and devoured my mouth with her lips and tongue. It didn’t take. Cringing inside, I manned up and took charge. Quietly in an undertone I said, ‘Brian, you take Julie out and we will follow, pull yourself together.’ At the front counter I left enough money to cover things before ushering them through the door. Once outside I took Maree’s arm and had her to stand next to Brian, then grabbing Julie’s elbow I made sure she stayed with me. ‘Now listen to me, this has to be sorted. Brian, take Maree and go for a walk and talk your problems through. Neither of.