Jean did, but hesitantly, pausing several feet from the plush sofa as the German shepherd responded to its mistress' command. She saw then that what she had first surmised was so: the Superintendent's voluptuous white nakedness was alluringly visible through the wispy veil of the sheer negligee covering her. Though she had to be fortyish, her rounded full breasts were erect mounds of enviably firm white flesh, their nipple-capped peaks hardened, berry-like buds. Jean couldn't limp her eyes from trailing downward to her flat belly and the narrow slenderness of her waist and further to the enticing flare of her hips. Her long, shapely legs rested one over the other at the ankles, her rounded, full white thighs erotically enhanced by the soft black curls of pubic hair enshadowing their juncture. Nervously, Jean fidgeted with her hands, the unexpected exhibitionism taking her off-guard and momentarily, as it had before in the woman's bedroom, briefly hypnotizing her.

"What's wrong, dear? Haven't you ever seen a naked woman before? Or, perhaps it's just that I sensually arouse you… is that it?" Maggie Keele taunted, stirring languorously to provoke her ivory-white charms into inciting ripples beneath the flimsy material.

Jean felt her cheeks flushing hotly at the smirking woman's insinuation. The spell was broken. All of the emotional turbulence she had entered there with suddenly churned again inside her, and this accompanied with a newborn raging anger at the lecherous Superintendent's implied meaning.

"What are you trying to do to us?" she flung at her hedonistic tauntress. "And why… why?"

"Do to you…?" Maggie repeated, the inflection of her husky voice suggesting astonishment. She tilted her head slightly where it rested against the fluffed satin of the pillow and let her sparkling eyes soften. "My dear, I thought you understood that I'm only trying to help you. That's why I had Seybor bring you here to me…"