This was the moment that Maggie Keele had been waiting for, that first touching instant of pitiableness when they began to beg, and a ripple of sadistically lecherous excitement raced through her insatiable, almost naked loins and belly. She had the luscious little bitch now, had her at last ready to crawl… anything to save her husband, and she intended to savor every delicious moment of it.

"Well now… do I understand that you're begging me, Jean darling?" the raven-haired Superintendent derisively put to her as she sipped again from her glass. She half-smiled vindictively, the obscene thoughts filling her mind causing her onyx eyes to gleam with wanton lust. The voluptuous young bitch, she wouldn't… couldn't run from her this time!

"Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes… I'm praying to you," Jean whimpered, wiping at her eyes with a facial tissue from her pocket, refusing to listen to the inner voice of her own better judgment. Anything… any price wasn't too great for this boy she loved… "Please… please help…?"

Maggie moistened her sensuous lips with the pink tip of her wet tongue. "And if I should, what do you offer in return, my dear?"

An icy tingle of dread shivered upward along Jean's spine. There wasn't the slightest inkling of a doubt in her tormented young mind of what nature the ravishing lecheress' demands would be. She stared with mounting apprehension into the beautiful woman's waiting, licentious eyes, while inwardly she prayed for the strength to do whatever would be expected of her. Oh God…

"A-Anything… whatever is necessary…" Jean finally whispered, chokingly. "B-But you must promise me that Ken will be freed…"

"We'll discuss that part of it later, Jean darling," Maggie hissed, moving close to the girl until they nearly touched. "Would you like a drink or something first? I have some pot if you prefer. It might help… like the acid did at the party."