"Yes, everything is arranged with Mark," Lena was saying softly. "He's given all his servants the week off, all except Wafto of course. And he has all the necessary items we'll need for a complete subjugation of dear sweet Sharon."

"Good, good," enthused Rodney, his brown eyes showing their approval of his wife; he never stopped marveling at the depths of her wantonness, so carefully hidden from public view – wantonness, and yes, her streak of sadistic delight in the debauching of young, innocent women like Neal Court's wife. "I'll keep Neal in Athens about three days. That ought to give you enough time, especially if Rajah is up to his old tricks," he chuckled lewdly, almost inaudibly.

"Mark – and Wafto – will see to that," Lena told him.

"Wafto," Rodney chuckled almost sardonically. "Sometimes I shudder when I think of that ugly little man's penis inside your fine belly, my sweet. Promise me you won't suck him while you're at Marlowe Manor."

"I won't make any such promise at all," Lena said, her eyes gleaming. "You know how much I like the taste of a man in my mouth."

Rodney sighed. "I suppose I'll have to console myself with the thought of getting my own cock – and my tongue, too! – between those soft, silky thighs of Mrs. Sharon Court."

"And so you will, my love, as soon as you return."

"She's not going to be an easy one to conquer," Rodney mused. "She's devoted to Neal, and she's intelligent too."

"Just leave things to Mark and Wafto – and yes, Rajah – and I, my pet," said Lena. "I've cultivated that young beauty long enough; the time is ripe for action, now."

"You know best, Lena," Rodney said, gathering her into his arms, pressing her firm, rounded body tight against his. "You never fail me – or yourself – do you?"

"Never," she replied, nipping his ear. "Mrs. Sharon Court will be a new woman, indeed, when you return three days from now."