" Like this?" she asked and presented him with her rear end in the classic doggy position."Yes," he said and pressed a finger to her darker entrance."...Ow," she said."Quiet," he said, "Or you'll get a whipping. I see you met the whip already?" Yes, Master," Samantha was immediately all obedience and servility, "And I never want to have that again."She was appalled as he replied, "Oh, you'll get used to it."After pushing his finger into her vagina a little way, and finding that as dry as her arse. The younger one he guessed at perhaps mid-twenties, built similarly, same hair colour, but this time the wispy lock of blonde on the right side. After Melanie had taken their order and brought him his coffee he managed to catch a few snatches of their conversation. Their talk suggested they were mother and daughter, but from their ages he figured that couldn’t be. A brief commotion from a loud group of people at the counter caused Zach to look up in time to see Melanie rushing over to the two. Before long, the most beautiful, tall, dark skinned woman he had ever seen approached him, grabbed him by the crotch, and smiled. He would later find out this was called the Nairobi Handshake and that it was kind of a greeting for handsome male foreign visitors to the club. Karl knew immediately that he was a long ways away from the Northern Plains of the United States and that he was in for a most interesting evening.The woman’s name was Angelica and Karl asked if he could buy her a drink. . As the evening wore on I was completely engrossed in trying to find a thread that when pulled would lead me to the person, or persons responsible for this mess that seemed to be flowing around me. One-by-one, I examined those with reason to want me either to be either dead, or dead broke. Each person failed to fill fit the facts, except... Deirdre... My dear aunt had a motive if I accepted that my being discovered cut into her inheritance and – may be more importantly – her father’s attention..