Pollard to have an informal discussion about the property he had for sale. I said nothing about wanting to revive it as a dealership.Ray didn't look a...ything like I imagined him. He was tall, at least six-four, lean with an angular kind of build, white-haired, and dressed like a very successful businessman. He wore a big, friendly smile and stuck out his hand in greeting when I walked into his office."Mr. Pollard, I'm Rod Williams." It's Ray, Rod. I'm retired ... sort of ... and I'm more. I had never touched a woman in a kimono before and here I was with a woman in her 60's or 70's. I wrapped my hands around her bottom as I pushed my cheek softly against her cheek. Then I pressed my nose on her cheek and forehead. I took in her aroma. This woman in her 60's or 70's, I breathed in her aroma and put my lips softly around her nose. "You are so beautiful." "Anata wa sugoku utsukoshii desu."She squeemed. We shivered in the winter cold. Finally, we found a love hotel.I didn't know. . . . .Celebrities were nothing new here. Hell, it was the main reason I even had this job. Big names want someone big watching over them. Here at the Black Keep (inc.), we are second to none in safety, skill, and if need be; enforcing silence.I tossed the pansy onto a rough wooden table being manned by Mistress Lenore, his little cock twitching at my indifference. These pathetic perverts will get off to anything. Show them attention, ignore them, yell at them, spit on them, fuck their wives;. One from last week, a month ago, tonight. Glancing at each photo she remembered each and every touch, caress, kiss the photo had captured. Who would do this? Why? She looked at Lacey. They both shared the same expression. Fear. Pure stark fear. They both jump and scream as the phone rings. With trembling hands Ritty picks up the receiver and answers.“Hello” she knew her voice quivered but she tried to sound calm. “Mrs. Michaels how are you?” A warm male voice filled the line. She recognized it.