The walk back to the room was uneventful and we got dressed and went for breakfast. Jon put his suit on ready for his business meeting, and he told me...to wear just shoes and one of my thin, cotton dresses. The one that has a scoop front, no sleeves and big armholes. I sometimes have trouble keeping the straps on my shoulders in that one.After breakfast we went for a ride on the Underground. The weather is always warmer in London than in Derby, but it was a bit fresh out. My nipples were letting. You will never be paid. I informed him I could change his web site front page advising you are not paying any due accounts and I was within the law because he does owe me money for web work. I will give you 3 hours to arrange and be in my account or I will change it. I hung up. I pictured him ranting and raving, carrying on like a spoilt kid.I continued to clear other emails for clients and completed their web site updated. Heather was in the kitchen. She had put away the dishwasher contents. She initially tries unsuccessfully to scratch his face. The sadistic rapist tells her to lead him to her bedroom. She is half unconscious by now and meekly obeys her captor. Once in the bedroom the dirtbag tackles her onto the bed back first. The thug then kneels on her shoulders to keep her from escaping. The prick teaser puts up a real battle flailing from side to side and screaming. The long fringe on her jackets whips back and forth. The rapist decides it is time to start hurting. Making little circles with my tongue on her areaola and flicking and sucking her nipple while laying my hand palm down on her lower abdomen, just below her belly button. Her soft flesh still full of goose bumps. I was going to find out if she shaved or not. I turned my hand so my fingers pointed downwards, I started running the tips of my fingers back and forth along her panty line and then I slowly moved my palm down. My fingers went under her panties and started to gently and ever so slowly.