That includes you and your team. Instruct your guys to keep them out, but no killing. That could start a gang war and we already have most of our lost... money back.”We stepped off the stairs into what could only be called a sitting room. I could visualize guests reading, playing cards or just relaxing in conversation. We headed down the hall toward our left and entered the first door we came too.Stepping inside we saw the room only had the basics of a full kitchen to the right and living room to. On the facing right side wall was a wine rack that had one bottle missing from it. It must be the bottle on the table that was supposed to go there, thought the group as they headed slowly for the chair.As they got closer in the low light they could make out an arm. From what they could see from the robe the exposed hand of that arm was a bright and familiar blue.Quickly moving around the chair they could see an older man, in his late fifties to early sixties sitting in the chair, eyes wide. "I ended the call. Goodness I can't believe that phone calls with him still make me breathless. I took a sip of my warm chi tea and smiled at the thought of him. He was married to his work and other things but he always made time for me.We would always set up dates to keep our relationship special. Today would be one of them. I loved our lunches we shared, but if I thought about that for the next twenty minutes I'd get absolutely nothing done. So I put my head down and got some work done. Time. I'd ordered them before he'd arrived and had been looked forward to wearing them the next time I visited my cottage. He held the flimsy items up in each hand, not quite sure what they were or what to do with them. He looked at me with a questioning expression."I told you yesterday that you will have to wear appropriate clothing. Well you can start with those. Your breasts will require proper support or they will sag and look awful. Take off your shirt and I'll help you put the bra on."He slowly.