Not quite a Honeymoon 1

»It seems now, I am the bad daughter!«

Isabelle Marceau ostentatiously staggered into the room. For one hour, she had now phoned with her Maman and her ear was still hot. Mike, who had respected her privacy and listened to his audiobook, took off his earphones and opened his arms.

»Come here, you bad girl!«

Isabelle rolled her eyes, but sat on his lap. Then, she told him about the talk with her mother: Samantha, her younger sister, had just visited her and to Isabelle`s surprise, her mother had been very delighted by the fact that Samantha now had a relationship with a girl.

»Maman says that Manu`s charming and grounded enough to keep Samantha on the right track – and if things don`t work out, at least, she hasn`t the risk of being left alone pregnant.«

Claudine Marceau had been left by her then husband when she had just been 22, with Isabelle being just four and a half years and herself being pregnant with Samantha. Thus, life had not been easy for the single mother and she had always feared for Samantha to become a »problem child«, though the younger Marceau sister had just been outgoing and open-minded when it came to sex.

»Obviously, Samantha now also plans to become a nurse and she and Manu are thinking of sharing an apartment in Paris. Whilst I, who has always been the shining example, has now more or less quit her job and is living in sin!«

Mike kissed her, but then, he withdrew and said:

»So, you had the garlic chicken?«

Abashed, Isabelle checked her breath. How could Mike be so rude? She jumped up from his lap, but, since they were at a hotel, she had no other opportunity than to rush to the bathroom. Here, she angrily brushed her teeth and used some Listerine.

»I don`t want fucking Prince Charming to be appalled by my breath!«

There was a knock at the door and she fumed:

»Go to the toilet in the lobby, I don`t want to see you!«

»Okay!«

She heard the door and was a bit surprised – and disappointed – that Mike didn`t put any effort in even trying to apologize. She left the bathroom – and her jaw dropped.

In the few minutes it had taken her to brush her teeth, Mike had changed into a white shirt and a suit jacket and in his hands, he held something.

»Sorry, Belle – I just needed you out of the way for a few moments!«

Isabelle made a croaking sound when he took her hand and went to his knee.

»Isabelle – though Samantha has declared herself your bridesmaid a few months ago, I never asked you personally if you`d like to choose the lesser of two evils: I mean, being married to an Englishman sure beats living in sin, doesn`t it?«

»Some would call that a sin, too«, Isabelle croaked with a hoarse voice. She looked at Mike`s face and he gulped before he forced himself to speak in a steady voice:

»Isabelle Marceau, do you want to become my wife?«

Isabelle felt how her legs trembled and she took a deep breath whilst she saw something she had never before seen on Mike`s face: uncertainty. At the same time, he opened his other hand, presenting a small box. When he opened the lid, her eyes fell on a glistering ring.

»Oscar Michael Dunbar-«

Actually, Mike didn`t like his first name that much, but now, he obviously understood the significance of her using his full name. A smile began to form on his lips.

Suddenly, tears shot into her eyes and she blinked whilst she reached for the ring box and nearly dropped it because her fingers trembled. She wanted to say more, but only a croak came out and so, she just stammered:

»J-just kiss me, b-before I-I make a complete f-fool out of m-myself!«

He rose and took her in his arms.

»Does that mean ›Yes‹?«

»En Francais, nous disons ›Oui‹!«

The kiss that followed was definitely French and when Mike finally withdrew, her cheeks had reddened and her eyes sparkled. Now, she could have a closer look at the ring. It was made of gold, looking plain except for the gemstone. It was a Turquoise, nothing too precious, but it perfectly matched her most precious piece of jewellery – the brooch her mother had given her when she had passed her exams.

»Allow me!«

He put the ring on her finger and wasn`t surprised that it fit perfectly. Mike had a good eye for details and now, she had an explanation why one of her rings had gone missing a few days ago. She suddenly shook her head in disbelief.

»Wow! What a step forward in life!«

»At least, you can enjoy it with clean teeth!«

»Rot in hell!«

She allowed him to taste her minty fresh tongue and then, she put her hands on his shoulders. At first, Mike thought that she wanted to sling her legs around him, but instead, she insisted that he went on his knees again.

»Do you remember the first time you kneeled before me like that – back at Malta?«

His hands went to her hips and he smiled. On that occasion, he had just freed her from a van where some criminals had kept her bound and gagged.

»I was naked, but you had a pair of panties for me. And when you pulled them up my legs, you said you`d wish you`d never had to move them that direction again!«

Her hands began to caress his hair and she pulled his face closer to her crotch. When his nose touched her pubic mound, hidden under her leggings, he could sense a specific fragrance and she breathed:

»Your fiancé feels overdressed!«

***

Mathilda Darlington wiped some imaginary sweat from her forehead when she entered the lobby of the concrete block where her apartment was located. She was the proud tenant of a single room plus bathroom and kitchenette, with the apartments only window facing the front of the adjacent building. At least, it was just so far in the outskirts of London that it took her only one hour to get there from work – and she could just afford it.

»Success my ass!«, she sighed as she checked her letter box whilst waiting for the elevator. Immediately after she had finished University, she had started at a promising newspaper called »Changing World«. The paper tried to put a finger on world`s injustices, but with a more serious and less loudly attitude than most of such formats. Mathilda had been convinced by the idea and though the salary was far from being great, she at least had a steady job and thought she had taken the first step in her career to become a renowned journalist.

However, during the last year, Mathilda had been busy to make ends meet, though she definitely couldn`t be blamed for being a spendthrift. Having a pizza at a restaurant or buying some clothes at Camden Market were the peaks of luxury for the 23 years old.

Now, »Changing World« had what every newspaper was dreaming of: an exclusive access to areal political scandal. The story had all: a high-ranking British politician who had sold some retired Harrier fighter jets to a would-be chef de coup d’état from Saudi Arabia. And, that was the best part, one of the reporters of »Changing World« had been involved in the whole story!

In fact, Laila Steele, said reporter, had been kidnapped by the henchmen of the criminals and held captive at their hideout for a few days. She was still in France, acting as a witness in the trial that was planned against one of the main conspirators, a Prince Harun ibn Said. He was a real Prince – and, to make things even more spicy, his brother was serving a sentence for being involved in White Slavery.

Kenneth Pearce, the British politician, was also under arrest, but in his case, Britain was negotiating with France to get him delivered to them, to charge him of high treason. The man was facing some 10 to 15 years behind bars.

Though her kidnapping sure had been a challenge and she had to appear in court almost every day, Laila also mailed her reports every day and so, »Changing World« was selling well. In 2023, this meant that their online articles got millions of clicks, the number of subscribers had risen dramatically and her boss, Julie N`Kono, had spoken about a raise of salary for the first time.

However, the Golden Flood hadn`t come yet and for now, the sensational articles only meant a lot of extra work. In addition, Mathilda felt a little bad about all that, for she had been involved in the criminal activities, though just a little bit.

When Laila had disappeared, there had been rumours at the office that she had come into trouble and later that evening, a strange woman had approached Mathilda on her way home. She had invited her to a bar and then told her that if someone would come and ask for Laila, she should try to take a photo and at least call a number the woman had given her. There had been no further information, but of course, the offer had been shady; even more as the woman had offered Mathilda 1000 Pound.

She had been concerned – for about five minutes. After all, she wasn`t delivering Laila to them, but just telling them whether someone had been asking for her. It wasn`t a real crime and in addition, with the Grand, she could pay off what she owed her landlord and still could afford a new pair of shoes.

»I haven`t sold my soul! And now, Laila is free again!«

Nevertheless, Mathilda didn`t feel good about what she had done. One day after the woman had spoken to her, there had indeed been a man at the newspaper and had talked to Julie N`Kono about Laila`s whereabouts. Mathilda had told that to her mysterious contact person – nothing more. The very evening, there had been an envelope with 50 20 Pound notes in her letter box and so far, that had been that.

Mathilda twitched when she heard a whistle behind her. She knew the tune, for she had been ridiculed by it repeatedly: it was »Waltzing Mathilda«.

She spun around and saw – the very woman that had offered her the money. She was wearing a long black coat, but apart from that, she looked just normal and harmless. Once the elevator arrived, she stepped forward and said:

»I think we have the same way, Mathilda!«

At their first meeting, she had surprised Mathilda by knowing her first name and now, she also knew her private address.

»Of course, she knows! After all, they sent me the money!«

The woman had not told Mathilda her own name and now, confined in the narrow cubicle of the elevator, she looked at her. She was of medium height, perhaps 5`6``, though it seemed that her high heels added a few inches to that. The coat hid her forms, but Mathilda guessed that she was slender and feminine. With her shoulder-length dark blonde hair, her decent makeup and jewellery and the plain, but expensive clothes, she looked like a chief secretary or a lawyer. And yet, there was something in her blue eyes that made Mathilda wish she could leave the elevator right now.

She said nothing, but when they had reached Mathilda`s floor, she followed her into her apartment as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

»When I was at the University, I had to live in a shoebox like that, too!«

Mathilda felt as if she had been accused of living on just 22 square meters. She took all her courage together and asked:

»What do you want, Miss-«

She paused and the woman raised an eyebrow.

»If you need a name, you can call me Adele!«

She stepped over to the only chair, the one on Mathilda`s small desk, put the clothes lying on it on Mathilda`s bed and sat down. Between two fingers, she held a pair of panties.

»So, it´s true that all journalists are a bit messy!«

She let the garment dangle for a moment before dropping it to the bed and Mathilda couldn`t help blushing.

»What do you want from me – Adele?«

»A glass of water – sparkling, if you have!«

She opened her coat, revealing her grey business costume and white blouse, whilst Mathilda filled a glass for her, torn between anger and nervousness. She managed to hand the glass to Adele without either spilling it or throwing it at her and the blonde took a sip before she spoke:

»Looks like the 1000 Pound have just been a drop on a hot stone, so to say.«

She let her eyes wander over the apartment. One didn`t need to be a detective to tell that there were no riches hidden in it. Both the laptop and the TV were rather cheap and the cupboard seemed to be overstuffed with clothes, but none of these looked as if they had cost much.

»I am doing fine!«, Mathilda snapped and Adele smiled coldly.

»Oh, sure – and I am sure if you ever lose your job, you can easily live from your savings until you found something new!«

Mathilda`s eyes widened. Giving her living conditions, it was no surprise that Adele knew that her »savings« could sufficiently be described as »non-existent«. But what was Adele intending about her losing her job?

»When I made you the offer you didn`t refuse«, the blonde continued. »you could also have informed the Police. I mean, you didn`t commit any crime, but perhaps, just perhaps, Laila Steele would have regained her freedom a bit earlier if you had told someone what you knew!«

This was exactly what had concerned Mathilda during the last days. Relentlessly, Adele added:

»Rumour has it that Laila was kept bound and gagged for days. Stark naked, they say. How unpleasant – and you could have shortened her ordeal – perhaps!«

Though she and Laila were just colleagues, Mathilda shuddered. She felt angry, for Adele was more guilty of whatever Laila had suffered than her, but at the same time, she knew that she also was to blame. As if she had read her thoughts, the blonde now said:

»As I said, you didn`t commit a real crime and I don`t think that the Police won`t do more than just give you a lecture about hindering justice if they find out. Your boss, however – how do you think she will react, brave Social Justice Warrior that she is?«

Mathilda had to oppress the urge to either throw something at Adele or to run for the door. The answer was clear: Julie would lose her trust in Mathilda and most likely fire her. And then, finding a new job, without any savings and with the reputation of being a traitor, would be more than a challenge.

»What do you want?«, she once again asked and hated how insecure her voice sounded. Adele smiled and took another sip from her glass.

»Ah, you are open to negotiations, it seems. Well, my – employer isn`t too happy about your paper`s smear campaign against Mr. Pearce!«

»Smear campaign?«

Of course, »Changing World« had not been too friendly to Pearce, but after all, the man had obviously committed high treason, not speaking of selling arms to what could only be called terrorists. Both right and left wing papers were currently having a field day in accusing him.

»Of course, your words were less – expressive than those the ›Sun‹ used on him, but it was your newspaper that started it all!«

»It was based on evidence!«, Mathilda insisted and Adele raised a hand.

»Of course it was! And I am not naïve, Mathilda! Even if you`d post a lead article right now, proclaiming Pearce`s innocence, no one would believe you! The damage is done – and Pearce is doomed!«

It didn`t look as if Adele was too concerned about Pearce and Mathilda was a bit puzzled.

»So, why are we having this conversation, Adele? I mean, I couldn`t hold back any evidence, even if I wanted, but now, it seems that you don`t want that either!«

»Oh, you don`t have to know everything, Sweet Mathilda!«

Adele let her eyes wander over Mathilda in a way that made her feel uncomfortable, though she was still wearing her jacket and also normal fitting jeans. Then, Adele focussed her.

»What I have to know, however, is if you want to make some more money? Not enough to retire, I am afraid, but how do 20 K sound? For something that will not cause anyone getting seriously harmed, let alone killed. We just could need a little help from you!«

For a moment, Mathilda imagined 20.000 Pound more on her account. If she would lose her job, she could live from that money for some month. However, she knew that Adele would not give her such a sum just out of kindness.

»What if I refuse?«

»Well, we can`t force you – or can we? What do you think will your boss do if she hears who informed the criminals that had kidnapped Laila about the man asking for her? I mean, there is only one way to find out, isn`t it?«

Mathilda gulped. Sure, Julie wouldn`t kill her. Perhaps, she wouldn`t even call the Police. But she would fire her – and if she just listened to Adele`s offer, she hadn`t done anything bad yet. She sighed and sat down on her bed.

»What do you want me to do?«

***

»Before I forget, I have a proposal!«

»That`s two on one day!«, Isabelle commented. She was lying on her back, her head embedded on Mike`s chest, whilst he had put her arm around her and had his hand loosely on her breast. She was admiring her ring, the only thing she wore on her body.

»I am afraid that my second proposal might be a bit anticlimactic«, Mike began and Isabelle giggled whilst pressing his hand against her breast.

»Well, in my post climactic state, I might forgive you that!«

»Belle, within the next weeks, there are a few important decisions to be made, like how do you want to tell your Maman, Catholic or Anglican ceremony-«

»Or if you are emancipated enough to become Mr. Marceau!«

She sighed. More important was her career. It was now four weeks since she had left her job on sick leave and she knew that she had to make a decision. Mike seemed to sense her concern and said:

»Anyway, how about delaying all these decisions for, let`s say, one week?«

Isabelle changed her position and looked at him.

»I have to attend a meeting with Bishop in London. Nothing too official, but he spoke about a decent reward for my service for King and Country. After all, I managed to catch a traitor and also prevented a war in the Middle East.«

This was more than slightly exaggerated, but Bishop, his former superior at the Secret Service, had indeed told him that »people from very high above were very grateful«. Mike knew that due to the clandestine nature of his business, he would not get knighted, but perhaps, he would get at least a nice certificate and a free meal.

»Bishop said I could bring you if you want.«

»Bring a friend – is that how your Secret Service works now?«

However, the idea of spending a few days in London sounded promising and so, Isabelle agreed. She was not the least surprised when Mike told her that they would leave the next day, just after breakfast.

»Let`s consider it a test for our honeymoon – though I would prefer something less rainy than London!«

***

Mathilda thought for a moment that she should better turn on her heels and get back to her home or better leave the country, but then, she entered the building where »Changing World« had its rooms. It was now long after 10pm and most of the windows were dark, but she knew that at least Julie N`Kono would be there. Rumour had it that the boss of the little newspaper slept on her office desk, but Mathilda was sure that she didn`t sleep at all.

»Ah, Mathilda, so, you can`t let work be work, too?«

Born in Cameroon, Julie N`Kono had traces of the typical West African French in her English, though she was fluent. She had left Cameroon with a scholarship and had started a journalistic career that now, at 29, had made her the head of a newspaper, though it only had five employees, including Mathilda and Laila.

»I wanted to work on my article at home and send it online«, Mathilda replied. So far, that was the truth.

»However, I just can`t concentrate between my unwashed dishes and my bed and so, I came back!«

This was a white lie plausible enough for Julie to just nod and turn back to her computer. Mathilda started her own laptop and pretended she was writing her article, but in fact, she just waited until it was half past ten. Adele`s orders had been simple, but precisely:

»Between 10:30pm and 11:30pm, you step on the platform of the fire exit and have a cigarette. Leave the door open. Just wait, further instructions will follow – and by tomorrow, you will be 20 K richer!«

Actually, Mathilda was a non-smoker, but she had bought a pack and a lighter for Adele had insisted she did exactly as she had said. Julie didn`t react when she walked along the corridor to the iron door that led to the fire exit and stepped out on the little platform. It was early October and the air was still warm. Mathilda looked around, but couldn`t see anything suspicious. So, she fingered a cigarette from the pack, lit it and took a draw, oppressing a cough.

A moment later, she was grabbed from behind and her mouth was clamped shut by a strong hand.

»Uuhhmmmm! Mmhhmmph!«

Mathilda tried to break free, but now, she was lifted slightly from the ground, no match for her attacker, as she was a petite 5`2`` girl that weighted exactly 99 lbs. She flailed, but a second person emerged from the dark and grabbed her ankles. As he looked down on her, Mathilda could see that his face was covered by a black ski mask.

»Hold still!«, he whispered. Mathilda renewed her struggles, but the one holding her from behind just increased the pressure on her face, now also pinching her nose shut. Only when Mathilda`s struggles ceased, he allowed her to breathe. Greedily, the girl sucked in air and again, she heard the whispered order:

»Hold still!«

She nodded and stopped struggling. The hand was taken from her mouth, but before she could utter a sound, a cloth was forced between her lips and pushed deep into her oral cavity. Mathilda retched, but her attacker just plastered a few strips of duct tape over her lips before handing the roll to his accomplice.

Mathilda`s arms were forced behind her back and her ankles were taped. Then, she heard a sound like a zipper and the grip of the tape tightened, telling her that the bonds had been further secured by a zip tie. Another zip tie was pulled over her arms, above the elbow joints, and pulled together. She ached into her gag as her arms were forced together and finally, her elbows met. Her sweater and jacket offered some padding, but the position was nevertheless straining.

Now, the other gangster removed her shoes and placed them beside the door surprisingly neatly. Then, Mathilda was forced inside and the iron door was closed. Despite her panic, she now understood: the emergency door was alarm protected and could not be opened from outside and so, she had to open it for the two thugs.

Mathilda relaxed a bit. Adele had told her that they didn`t intent to hurt or kill anyone. So, they perhaps had only tied her up so severely to make it look convincing.

There was another surprise as now, her attackers took off their coats, revealing tight black catsuits they were wearing underneath. So far, they had only hissed a few commands and she had assumed that they were men, but now, the tight suits showed that these were in fact two women. Mathilda gasped when one of them now showed her a gun whilst the other grabbed her arm, forcing her to follow them along the corridor.

»Ah, Mathilda! If you could get me some coffee, I`d be very grateful!«

Julie hadn`t looked up when the door opened. Still busy staring at her monitor, she had only heard the door and assumed that her employee had come back. Mathilda considered trying to warn her, but then, she felt something cold touch her temple and when she realized it was the gun`s barrel, a terrifying prickle strayed through her and she petrified.

»I am afraid Mathilda`s a little tied up!«

At the sound of the unfamiliar voice, Julie looked up – and gasped. There, just two yards away from her, stood two woman, both clad in black spandex suits and sporting black masks. One of them was pointing a gun at the temple of Mathilda who stood with her arms behind her back and was staring at her with eyes like saucers, her mouth covered with strips of silver duct tape. Automatically, she rose from her seat and raised her hands.

Without a word, the second thug approached her and with nimble fingers, she undid the knot of Julie`s scarf. She then balled up the coloured cloth and stuffed it into Julie`s mouth. Then, she patted at the seat of her office chair. At the same time, her accomplice forced Mathilda to get closer.

»Now, here`s the deal – do as we say, or your assistant`s brain will be spread all over your keyboard!«

The threat wasn`t elaborate, but Julie nodded, the cloth protruding from her mouth. The masked woman handed her a stick and then stepped behind Julie, placing her hands on the Black`s shoulders.

»I just want you to transfer all the data you have on the Pearce affair on this! Once we have all, we will leave and you will be able to tell your grandchildren about this!«

The one holding Mathilda withdrew a bit and as if she had been under a spell, Julie lowered her still raised arms. With trembling fingers, she picked the stick and inserted it. Then, she began to transfer the files she had on Kenneth Pearce on it.

Mathilda sighed with relief as the gun was taken from her temple. The criminal still held her by her arm and now, she rummaged through a small bag attached to her belt. In her peripheral viewing angle, Mathilda saw her produce a small envelope. She then held it to her face, showing her it contained 20 50 Pound notes.

»A little advance payment from Adele!«, the criminal whispered and folded the envelope once. Then, to Mathilda`s horror, she began to open Mathilda`s belt.

»Mmhhmm! Nnngg!«

»Remember I still have the gun, Sweetie!«

Mathilda trembled when the woman slowly opened her belt, followed by the button and zipper of her jeans. Then, she took the envelope and, pulling the waistbands of both her pantyhose and panties from her body, she pushed the envelope into Mathilda`s panties. She groaned as the paper scratched over her pubic mound. The criminal carefully adjusted her clothes and then, just to remind her who was in charge, she quickly grabbed her pussy. Then, she forced Mathilda to watch in silence as Julie transferred the data to the stick.

On her computer, Julie had access to all the files, but she was surprised that the woman looking over her shoulder hardly seemed to check whether she transferred all of them. In addition, Julie knew that the data was also on her laptop at home and so, except for the article she had just been writing, nothing would be lost. However, she wouldn`t have hinted that to the attackers, even if she had not been gagged.

»That`s all?«, the woman finally asked. Julie nodded and the thug made her hand the stick to her. Then, she had to put her arms behind the backrest where her wrists were taped and further secured with a zip tie. Then, putting one hand at the back of Julie`s head, she forced the scarf deeper into her mouth before sealing her lips with tape.

Helplessly, Mathilda watched as Julie was further restrained. The second criminal removed her shoes and then crossed her ankles behind the central post of the chair, tying them with tape and a zip tie. A third zip tie was then used to connect the wrist and ankle tie, making Julie`s position considerably strenuous.

The office chair had no armrests and so, Julie could do one thing to ease the strain in her legs: further spread her legs. However, since she was wearing a skirt, this made it slide up her thighs and obviously, the criminal had seen that, too. She raised the hem of Julie`s skirt and peeked at her off white panties.

»Aww, ebony and ivory!«

She giggled and Mathilda could see from the expression on Julie`s face that only her dark complexion hid the fact she was blushing all over. The woman beside Mathilda said:

»Speaking of ebony and ivory-«

Mathilda was forced to get over to Julie and then, she had to sit on Julie`s lap. The Black was a tallish woman and usually, Mathilda had to look up at her, but now, she had to stare down at her employer`s face and chest.

»She`s got really ample boobs!«, Mathilda thought involuntarily. Of course, she had noticed that before, but in a way she noticed someone`s hair or eye colour. However, now, she could not help looking at the pair of breasts that heaved so close to her face.

Once Mathilda`s feet were tied to Julie`s wrists, also with tape and a zip tie, the two criminals examined their victims. Obviously not quite satisfied with their gags, they took the roll and taped another round over their taped mouths and all around both girls` heads. Then, one of them put a finger to where her mouth was under the mask.

»There is still room for some improvement!«

She looked around in the room and finally spotted a hook in the ceiling that had been used for a hanging flower that had been replaced after too many people had accidentally pushed against it. Giggling, the two women pushed the chair under the hook and then, one of them placed a second chair beside them and climbed on it.

»You know, sometimes, one has to put her nose deep into her boss`s ass to get promoted. In your case, you can do better than that!«

Mathilda looked at her, puzzled, whilst she noticed the other one doing something with the ceiling hook. Then, both she and Julie got distracted as the one who had made the strange remark unbuttoned Julie`s blouse, revealing her bright red bra.

»Mmhhmmm! Nnngg! Uuhmmph!«

Julie squirmed in her chair and protested through her gag as the criminal peeled her boobs from the cups. Then, her accomplice grabbed Mathilda`s bound wrists and pulled them upwards.

»Welcome to Mount Cameroon!«, she mocked as Mathilda was forced to bend forward which brought her face in direct contact with Julie`s bared boobs. She mewed and tried to arch back, but the woman now fixed her wrists to the rope she had tied to the ceiling hook. Now, Mathilda had to remain in the undignified and straining position, her face between Julie`s breasts that heaved from the Black`s embarrassment.

»Come on, it could be worse!«, the woman who had jumped from the chair commented. She gave Mathilda`s exposed butt a hard slap that caused her to push forward against Julie`s chest. Her accomplice playfully shook her head.

»They have behaved so well, I think we should go with a laugh!«

Standing behind the backrest, she could reach for both Mathilda`s and Julie`s feet and she brushed over each girl`s pantyhose-clad soles. Mathilda just twitched with uneasiness, but Julie squealed through her gag and squirmed in her bonds. With considerable glee, the criminal now only tickled the Black`s soles for about a minute until her colleague stopped her.

»Just enjoy your free time together, we will find out by ourselves!«

The one who had pushed the envelope into Mathilda`s panties gave her pubic mound another quick grab. Then, the two left their bound and gagged victims alone.

***