Esara wore a black little dress that night with sandals and her hair straight and long with a lovely scent resonating from her 1.6m very thin body wit... a great ass which Jacque commented on as she passed to follow Anne and made her blush.She had her usual all silver jewellery which was a necklace, chains on either wrist and ankle chain as well and matching earrings and her pretty face to seal up her near perfect look which as with any woman brings about a confidence.She sat on their couch in. Unlike the others, he was smiling, but it was a cold and cruel smile. “Excellent. Any problems?”“None, milord,” replied the man who had been ordering the two women about.“And the traitor?”“Dead with the others.”“Good. If he betrayed one master, he’d surely betray another.” He turned to the two women and smiled cruelly. “Welcome, ladies, to Castle Front-du-lac. I am your host, Guy de Montmartre, Baron Front-du-lac.”Both women gasped. Baron Front-du-lac was Baron Chelmsford’s sworn enemy, and. It seemed like the right course of action, but inside something was burning. Most of his past relationships were timid and boring compared to her, and the not knowing proved all too enticing.As much as Josh wanted to get home after a busy day, parent conferences stopped him. The guidance counselor had booked back to back meetings and it took over an hour to finish them. By this time he was ready to go home and crash. Still needing to grade home work and set up for the next day, Josh knew he. He couldn’t compel them to do anything that they didn’t want to do, and he wouldn’t dare try.“I’m sure that you’re all wondering why I brought you here,” Ethan began, starting to pace back and forth as they watched. “My job as the facility manager isn’t merely to maintain the building, but also to maintain ... you,” he said as he gestured to his skeptical audience. “I’ve only been here for a short time, but what stands out to me right now is a profound lack of morale. But what does morale.