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Catherine was admiring herself in the bedroom mirror, There was no visible trace of what she’s been
through the last 24 hours, being forced to submit to the carnal demands of Igor, the Butler. Somehow the
fact that she’d been unfaithful to her husband didn’t bother her. Jack hade made one thing clear after
they got married, I want a wife who, though the most extreme slut, were to camouflage her vices behind
absolute complacency, behind utter submission to every one of my caprices?
I expect only one thing of You my dear wife, that You anticipate my desires and satisfy them with all
eagerness and keenness You can master. She somehow knew that Igor acted upon her husbands orders, and
that she been demoted to house slut.
One hour later Catherine was dressed in a conservative white business suit. a white silk blouse with the
matching suit jacket. Suntan stockings with comfortable 4" heels completed the outfit.
Satisfied that she projected image of being dressed for success she grabbed her purse and briefcase
and headed for the front door. She was cut off by Igor before she could leave the house.
You might think that selling used car parts would be the mayor source of income at a scrap yard, Not so
at Barnes Parts. Kevin Barnes made a tidy income on supplying London’s under world with guns.
But even Kevin with his with experience with various criminal elements could not help feeling cold
shivers down his spine in the presence of the five grim faced South-Americans who suddenly appeared
at his very untidy office.
They came with recommendation from one of London’s mayor drug dealers.
There was two types of practicing lawyers in England, Barristers and Solicitors.
In general Barristers engage in advocacy (trial work) and solicitors in office work, but there are
considerable overlap in their functions.
The solicitor may appear as advocate in lower courts, whereas barristers often are called upon to give
their opinions or to draft document.
Hubert finished his chores, and awaited the approval of his mistress who rested in her armchair reading Jainey-comics at which she laughed heartily.
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Hubert feared he soon would lose his job due to all the
sick-days he accumulate. Cruel Stella wanted him on her beck and call and poor Hubert was not man enough to say no
to the lady of the house. Hubert jumped at the sound of the door-bell, wanting to run and hide, not
wanting anyone to see him in the French-maid uniform complete with high heels that his mistress made
him ware.
But Cruel Stella commanded him to get the door. Blushing and trembling with indignation Hubert
stumbled towards the door. He was not used to these pinching high heels. Outside the door was these
two enormous black guys!
They looked at Hubert in his maids uniform and laughed, Cruel Stella came over and invited them in.
“Hubert” she said “this is two nice sailors I met down in the harbour, They both are very well equipped
and they are called Turner Brown and Ben Dover!”
Hearing that poor Hubert fainted. One of the black guys picks Hubert up , shakes him, slaps him in the
face and when he shows signs of life he asks him
“What’s wrong?”
“Excuse me, but what did You say?”
“This is Turner Brown and Ben Dover” Stella said a bit irritated
“Thank god” Hubert said utterly relieved “I thought You said turn around and bend over”
The Black giants laughs, Hubert laughs, and Cruel Stella laughs, The man pats him on the shoulder and
says “Their will be a lot of time for that”
One of the sailors grabbed Hubert by the arm and the poor man found himself as weak as a child
in the giants hands.
Make free with him” Stella instructed as she surrended poor Hubert to the two black sailors
“Do whatever You want with him provided You don’t tread lightly with him”
The two roughians treated poor Hubert ever so roughly, and Stella enjoyed every minute of the show,
however her fun was cut short by
the door-bell, swearing over this unwanted interruption she headed for the door, it was Jack outside the door, and Stella’s
carnal desires for the handsome Solicitor flared up all over again, with a smile intended to
be inviting, but only made Jack feeling like a
fly entering a spider’s web she invited him in.
Jack who wanted to cut his time in this terrifying female as short as possible, waisted no time but
started detailing the case he brought her, but was distracted by the loud bumps and screams that
could be heard from somewhere in the apartment. Stella Cruella cooly informed him that Hubert was
enjoying the company of his new friends!
“Do You want a drink” Stella inquired and invited him into the living room
“Yes please, a malt whisky if you got it”
Stella poured him a 25 year old single malt whiskey” handed him the whiskey and raised her eyebrow as
a sign he could continue debriefing her.
Stella stopped Jack as he was going to put his glass down on the table, “Please” she said “for poor
Hubert’s sake use a coaster, he is so anal”
Jack told her all about Flip Gonxales unfortunate run in with the law and asked her if she could
represent his client when his case would be tried in the Old Bailey. Stella realised the enormous
economical potentials that lay in defending a leading member of the government who produced so
much oil and she readily agreed to take on Flip’s case.
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