”Heather was suddenly even more worried at the firm instruction, and panicked, “Please, Miss, I’m really sorry. Please can you let me off? Pleas...e.”Emma gave a sigh as she sat on the chair and beckoned Heather to stand next to her.Heather actually thought that she might even get away with it and happily went and stood next to Emma. She didn’t even mind as Emma placed her hand on the back of her thigh and rubbed up and down in what Heather thought was a maternal gesture. Her hope was dashed. He began with the more familiar territory, by putting his left arm around Heidi and reaching down to cup her left breast while raising her short skirt to touch the outside of her right thigh and move inward, all the while staring at the brown legs and half-covered breasts on Marta. Then he stepped behind Heidi and he dropped both hands to raise her skirt to her waist and press himself to her behind, then raise his hands to open her blouse and hold both her breasts in the palms of his hands. . ‘Let her go, or you die Mr. Wolfe.’ Patrick waited for a breathless moment, then he rolled off of me. I scrambled to my feet and Marcus let me pass, the gun never wavering. ‘If you tell me you’re fucking her, I’ll kill you,’ Patrick said behind me in a low and deadly tone. Marcus laughed, the only time I’d ever heard the mercenary do so. ‘She pays me quite well.’ ‘Whatever she’s paying you to help her leave I’ll double it if you make her stay.’ I opened my mouth to yell but Marcus held his free. Will you be a good lover for me, Mr Burgess? Will you want to make love to me, or are you purely a voyeur, getting your kicks from looking and not touching?My thoughts seem to have lasted ages, but only a moment has passed since his unnecessary apology.“It’s not your fault”, I say with a chuckle. “They don’t use strong enough cotton these days.”He says nothing and is getting ready to re-enter the car.“Thanks again”, I say. “Look – would you like to come up for a cup of tea, or –“Before I.