The monthly board meeting has finished later than predicted, somewhat incommoding the tycoon. Sir Henry's next train back to rural Buckinghamshire is ...not until 6.50pm, leaving him with just over an hour-and-a-half to kill."Will you get me a taxi please, Scrubbings?" He barely turns to address his request to the porter."Certainly Sir Henry. Where will we be travelling to?" The Wallace Collection."Ten minutes later Sir Henry Northrop alights in front of the museum and art gallery on Manchester. Sounds boring, Yavara. A warrior like you, resigned to sucking off some lord and pumping out little elflings. I don’t think you want that; highborn ladies don’t usually run through the forest shooting at orcs.”Brock’s demeanor changed rapidly, his calm eyes grew wide, and a greedy grin crept across his face. Before I could react, Brock’s hand shot out and grabbed my face, his sweaty palm pressed against my nose and mouth, filling my sinuses with his stench, killing my breath. Terror gripped me. Probably only one if she doesn’t. I think you’ll be a handful anyways.”“Let’s go find the girls,” Jane continued. “You know, I had been thinking of making him Kim’s co-owner too but that won’t work for the same reason it won’t work for you. But maybe I should throw her into the same pool with you and Faith.”“Kim would be John’s slave sometimes?” asked Heather incredulously. “Them having sex?”“Well, slaves can be used for many things other than sex. But he might enjoy having that tight little. I used to tell her that I hoped she dressed sexy whilst she was away and to make sure she took some of her shear stockings.. I knew that he fancied her. I invited him around for drinks and dinner one night about a week before they where due to go. Of course as soon as I knew she was going I had been planting the idea of making sure she had some sexy undies and stockings with her for the trip.I asked her to wear some black seams heals and a shortish skirt for the dinner date. She gave me one of.