I couldn’t be smashed. The men were all enjoying her. She was making out with so many different people. They were touching her all over her body. Sh...e was loving the attention. I hoped she knew what she was doing. I was uncomfortable and a feeling a bit lonely. I’m just not as outgoing as she was.I noticed my friend was flirting with some guy. I wondered if she planned on having sex with him. The guy was all over her. She was laughing and slow dancing with him very close. His hands were grabbing. Can the company handle it?" At the moment yes, two years from now, I don't know. That's why I want it all in one lump sum. I'll take a big hit on taxes but at least I have most of it. If the company goes down the tube, I could lose more."Monique's parents must have had a much higher opinion of me than they had of their daughter. I'm pretty sure they had a fairly good idea of our special Domme/sub relationship but never let it on. Anyway the day after Monique's father's will was read, I got a. Then she seemed to hesitate for a moment, as if her skate had caught on something. I saw her stumble and fall to the ice, then disappear from my view. I watched for a moment but she did not reappear."Oh, shit!" I exclaimed, "She's fallen through the ice!"I was already running as I said it. I grabbed my parka on the way out the front door and pulled it on as I ran. No time for the rubber boots. I fumbled with the zipper of the parka, then pulled on my gloves. I took a quick look around, saw a. Charles had introduced the maid as Jasmine when he had come back a couple of hours later with clothes for her to wear. He had left her alone in a fancy room, with the orders to rest until dinner. How he expected her to sleep in the middle of the day, she had no idea. So she basically puttered about the room, dreadfully bored, but didn't want to poke around for fear of seeming nosy.When Charles did finally come back, it was to push Jasmine into the room, and leave immediately, saying that dinner.