I expect that the old servants were told to keep an eye on the doings of Henry.The basement was used as store-room for muskets, put into wooden boxes ...which stood in long rows upon each other like coffins. It was a large place and originally only went under the factory, but the old gentleman gradually as he acquired the adjacent houses, let them, but retained most of the basements, so that his stores ran not only under the premises he occupied, but largely under half a dozen other houses of. He gives us both room numbers, which are next to each other. Jason asks, “What do you need Sato’s number for.”“Dahlia is going to entrap him.”“No fucking way am I going to allow that. I don’t care if you are the boss. I am not letting a little girl get raped by an old man.”“Then, we revise the plan. We go upstairs. When we are on his floor, we radio you and wait. You phone the cops and say that you are Dahlia’s bodyguard. Let them know what happened earlier today and that she has decided to. " Barb agreed and the conversation moved to other topics. As we ate our desserts, my raging hard-on subsided so I could stand after dinner without embarrassment.The next day came and went with considerable boredom for me and lots of activity for the ladies. That evening at dinner, they told me all about their day. Melanie was totally excited about her new experiences. We ordered dessert, key lime pie for Melanie, chocolate cake for Barb, and tapioca pudding for me. When they arrived, Barb. Before we were married, she had been an insatiable little squirt bunny. I was totally clueless about what could be wrong. In all honesty, my brain tends to focus about midway between my navel and my knees, so I hadn't been giving the problem as much consideration as it probably deserved.Tonight, though, she was back to her old self. She had invited me into the shower after supper. We had a great time, soaping and rinsing every little thing and she started a terrific blowjob under the shower.