Of course, that redhead that came in with the betrayer was nice too, even if her face was all messed up. She had an ass on her that—"“Keep your co...k in your pants where it belongs, Scion Cordova,” said the European man. “We’ve got more important things to worry about than where you’ll get your next fuck.”“Yes, Consul Mulhan,” Cordova responded with military alacrity.“The two of you were assigned to me to record the execution tomorrow…” their voices trailed off as they moved away from Oberon’s. Please, Miss. I won’t tell anyone, but I’d like you to do that to me. Please, Miss Downey.” Charlotte’s blouse rose up and Helen caught a glimpse of her vagina.“Mmm. I am just going to give you a thorough spanking and a dose with the clothes brush for your naughtiness towards Miss O’Driscoll, young lady. You will take your spanking like a good St. Katherine’s girl and then maybe Miss will deal with your sore bottom. Is that understood Miss Beccles?” Helen smiled.“Yes. Miss Downey.” The girl. Hormones. Competitiveness. Great motivators.I pulled that on old Juan Carlos after seeing his sister, María Luisa, at that party I mentioned before. She was lovely: slender with nice curves, not too much, a little shorter than me, brunette as was just about everyone here. She was a year younger than us. Delicious-looking cafe-au-lait skin. Family a little on the darker side, putting the lie to her laughing claim later that "We are pure Spanish." The bad news was that I hadn't spoken a word to. So I have to tell you this".That statement got me listening very carefully."The old man is going to retire at the end of next week ... and hand full control over to Salim"."Oh shit..." I gasped."Yeh ... tell me. I'm gone ... finished" she said in a hushed tone."Salim ... made a pass at me. I slapped his face and threatened to tell his father" she explained."I know he is going to sack me"."That little prick" I growled.Jodie laughed."What? ... Did I say something funny?" I queried her.She grinned.