Some familiar faces...

Adam doesn't make it down to breakfast until ten in the morning, by which time the sunlight is streaming in through the open curtains. The maids have opened all of the downstairs windows, and a cool draft wafts through the lower hall.

Isla is dusting around the house, looking cute in her black maid's outfit. Her red hair is tied back in a bun and every time she stands on a chair to reach the high shelves Adam gets a great view of her stockinged legs. She looks a little pale and tired and doesn't look Adam in the eye when he wishes her a good morning. He smiles and remembers the wonderful photos of her ginger bush on his phone. No doubt she's wondering what happened last night, he grins to himself. Why she woke up naked.

The other maid, Sarah, serves him his eggs and bacon for breakfast. She's also young and good looking, a slight, lithe girl with with snooth tanned skin and short black hair. She is French, he thinks, judging by the accent. She suits the black maid's outfit perfectly and Adam enjoys the view down her cleavage when she bends forward to place his plate down.

There is no sign of Nathalie, but Lady Chapman appears after about half an hour in her chauffeur driven car and swans into the Hall. The maids carry her bags of shopping behind her. Lady Chapman looks immensely stylish in a tweed skirt suit and hat and dark sunglasses.

Sarah, Adam notices, looks at Lady Chapman in surprise when she gets out of the car, and then a little worried.

"Good morning," Lady Chapman says to Adam, pulling her gloves from her hands one finger at a time. The maids run her bags upstairs. "A pleasure to see you again, Adam."

She looks so suave that Adam finds it hard to remember what she'd looked like the previous night, tied down in her slight red panties and helplessly waiting to be fucked. She sits down gingerly.

They pass pleasantries for a few minutes, Lady Chapman friendly but reserved in her usual way. Then Nathalie finally appears, wearing a green summer dress, practically bouncing, and Lady Chapman stands up. "I'll leave you two young people to it," she says. "I have.... business to attend to in the old map room, so you won't see much of me today." Adam remembers the swarthy man, bound in room on the second floor. "And Adam, please do think about what favour I might grant you in future in payment for your recent help."

As Lady Chapman leaves, Nathalie, grinning, slips into the seat opposite him. She grimaces immediately slightly when she sits down. "Dammit... I keep forgetting. You didn't have to spank me so hard!"

"That would have taken all the fun out of it. What are you looking so pleased about, anyway?"

Nathalie leans forward, grinning. "I just checked mother's bags and... well, you'll never guess!"

"What?"

"She's been to a sex shop," Nathalie whispers, eyes sparkling. "She's bought a couple of strap on cocks and some weird looking chastity devices. That fucker Millar is going to be having such a bad day up there! He'll regret what he did to us!"

Adam shifts uncomfortably. What a thought!

"Anyway," she says. "To business. How do you feel about a little game of tennis?"

Adam pauses for a moment. You can never tell what she's likely to say next, he reflects.

"I haven't got a racket."

"Don't worry," Nathalie says, eyes sparkling. "We're not the ones playing."