Sliding his aviators off, his gray blue eyes did not look around the restaurant. They steadily gazed at our group as he strode over – all 6 feet of ...im. ‘Andre? I’m Damien. Your restaurant is beautiful.’ ‘Thank you, Damien, but we are not comfortable with what you are asking.’ ‘What if we shot in the middle of the night when it was closed? We could arrange that you would not even be listed in the credits. We could keep the crew to a minimum.’ I could see Andre mulling it over. Damien was not. She wrinkled her nose in distaste at the thought of the prudish old man. No fun there at all. She was certain that his tastes ran to little boys anyway. She smiled again entering the great hall. She sneezed into a linen ahndkerchief as her skirts stirred up the dust, hearing it echo around her. She would have many a party in this place. Yes, it was a bit drafty but she would deck it in furs and velvets, lighting dancing fires inside the huge fireplaces. The thoughts of her guests swirling about. She passed thru the front gate in the low laying stonewall of the front yard, turned the corner of the walkway and gasped. There he lay, under the shade of one of the large trees, the same Rottweiller from the previous day. He knew the way now, he had the approximate time she would walk from the past several years, he could easily leap over the low stone wall and not be seen due to the landscaping and the way the house was situated way back on the property, and he was waiting. He was simply. He stands holding my arms, keeping me upright. Neena bends down and straps my ankles to a metal bar – a leg spreader. My ankles aren't held very far apart, just far enough to stop me bringing my legs together.She gets up and opens the bag she brought in with her.I start to squirm – this is going to be it. This is my punishment coming. They are going to hurt me with something. The man holds me all the tighter. Despite all the bodybuilding, I have done, he is much stronger than I am.The girl.