I didn’t hang around but stole back to my house.I called the number that I’d found in Tony’s company file for his business partner. After talkin...g to a goon, I got put through. “Mr. Monassario this is Brad Henderson. I’m the neighbor of your nephew Tony. You met us; or rather you met my wife at his housewarming party.”“Oh yes, I remember your charming wife; lovely little thing.”“My wife’s been helping him decorate his house and...”“Oh yes, he’s told us all about it. He says she’s very, very good. You’ve made a better man of me that has come to realise where his faults and strength lies.’ Was he bullshitting me or for once speaking the truth I wondered? ‘Okay,’ he carried on. ‘You won’t come into politics but would at least consider helping me by becoming my advisor? At a salary of course.’ ‘You mean become a spin doctor?’ ‘I hate that term, but basically yes. You seem to have that uncanny instinct to get right down to the dirty bottom of other people’s machinations and come up with. Not long after, he stood before me on the dance floor, with a quizzical expression as if seeking permission to join in.Hunky had no rhythm at all and moved in a cumbersome fashion on the dance floor. His killer smile, however, made up for his shortcomings as a dancer, and we boogied for the next twenty minutes. Communication was limited as we bopped along to the loud music, but we did manage to introduce ourselves. His name was Darius, and I introduced myself as Brandon. A short while later. She was made to crawl about the householdand to make continuous barking sounds. Nora held the leash in one hand andthe riding crop in the other. Lisa performed exceptionally well and it wasnot necessary to administer any lashes. Once again ordered to lick Nora's pussyLisa performed as enthusiastically as the previous evening. Her speech andposture were likewise excellent completely befitting a well trained submissivewith Lisa addressing Nora as "Mistress" reflexively. Satisfied that the brief.