Tsai Linn dropped Bernard’s leash. The four girls saw him shoot a worried glance at her as she walked away from him, obviously concerned about what ...as to happen next. Tsai Linn walked back towards Bernard. As she drew level with him, without thinking he dropped his head to the floor.“See. This is instinct for him. He knows this is what he does. No command needed. No whip. No cane. He is own slave keeper.” Tsai Linn reached forward and gripped Bernard’s hair at the back of his head. She pulled. . who?" Paul repeated.The old man smiled wryly. "But you are joking with me." He lowered his voice until it was just above a whisper. "Surely, you know... as does every gentleman in all of Paris..."Paul watched him closely as he made a negative head-shake. "I am afraid that I am ignorant then."The old man chuckled. "So... I know now that you are not a gentleman of the night... for that is the Palace of Pleasure... once owned by the nefarious Count Leduc. And certainly, you have heard of that. I just wish I could have done it without upsetting Deborah, or better still that he had never materialised again." No, Richard. It was better this way. There's no possibility of his trying anything again and as far as your upsetting Deborah: silly girl. She soon realised that. As for him, he's getting what he deserved." It was Tig that that sorted out Deborah." And jolly good on her for doing it." Talking of Tig, your daughter's leading her astray."Sharon's hand went back to her mouth and her. " Absolutely," said Maggie."You think so, huh?" I said smiling.I had hated seeing Maggie put that robe on and cover up that lush body. She was even more beautiful without them on. Her heavy, beautiful drooping breasts; the long lean line from her armpit to those widely swelling hips, and the high rounded ass. Not a bit of fat except perhaps that delicious belly which wasn't fat so much as the way she was constructed just above the triangular bush hovering around her cunt. Even now, after all.