“Good grief!” exclaimed Mr Robson. “Do you think my lucky penny is one of these? Not a more recent copy?”“I have no idea, sir. Even having a...look at it won’t tell me, for I know nothing of these coins. You need to have it examined by a numismatic expert,” Reg gave as his opinion, “but if it is an original, it should be worth thousands of pounds. It is not the sort of thing to give over to your nieces, even if you like them now. They would value the money over the object. You might be the same,. Evidently, she wanted to get straight to the point tonight."Give me a second," said Andrew, grinning. He left the room. A few moments later, the rattling of metal chains could be heard from upstairs. The sound grew louder until he finally reappeared, holding a leash in his hand.Walking timidly behind him was a woman in her late twenties who was wearing nothing but steel cuffs around each limb and a matching collar, all joined together by chains that had started to lose their shine. She must. Vic sensed that, and he reached up and rubbed her sensitive nipples. That sent Jen over the edge. Her back arched from her orgasm, and she had to bite her hand to keep from crying out.Jen leaned against the dresser, trying to catch her breath. Vic admired the blonde beauty, running his hands over her silky legs. After a few moments, Jen pushed away from Vic. She pulled up her skirt and panties, snapped her bra and buttoned her blouse, and then turned to leave. "Jen, stop," Vic angrily. At last she said: “I’ll teach you how to make a catapult.”That was too much for Peter who roared with laughter and then reached across the corner of the table and squeezed her hand.“Oh, Penny!” he exclaimed. “I’m so glad you happened to us.”The laughter left Penny’s eyes. “So am I,” she whispered. “Very, very glad and thankful.”The sparkle came back. “And happy!” she added.“Good!” smiled Peter.He wondered whether now was the time to mention the police to her but quickly dismissed the idea. It.