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which was totally covered by a vast mirror. He watched as she studied herself in it, leaning forward to remove some speck of dust from her face, which was entirely free of makeup. The movement brought her so close to the concealed camera that she seemed to be looking straight into the baron's eyes and his lips parted slightly at the tranquil innocence of her gaze.
    'Surely she'll take a bath,' Katya said urgently.
    'Be quiet!' the baron hissed furiously. He didn't mind if Cassandra did or didn't use the bath; the very fact that only she could decide what they would see was half the excitement and Katya's voice was an unwelcome intrusion into his thoughts.
    Cassandra buried her face in her hands for a moment, as though weary, and then straightened her back and stared critically at herself in the mirror. After a brief hesitation she removed the band holding her thick dark hair back off her face and shook her head. As her hair fell in a dark curtain the baron let out a tiny breath while Katya, sitting on the window seat in sullen silence, began to nibble on a carefully nurtured fingernail, a sure sign that she was agitated.
    Again there was a pause, this time while Cassandra examined the taps and tried to work out how the various combination of jets worked, and then she lifted her hands and started to unbutton her safari-style cotton dress. Once the buttons were undone she shrugged it off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground behind her, then bent forward to unclasp the soft cotton bra. She then extended her arms at an angle so that this time the garment fell in front of her, leaving the secret watchers with a perfect view of her tiny breasts, their creamy pallor emphasised by the rose-coloured nipples, small tight buds more like a child's than a woman's.
    The baron swallowed hard and gave a sigh of satisfaction. Katya yawned. 'She's almost flat-chested, Dieter! How boring.'
    'I admit she isn't as over-ripe as your Abigail, but I'd scarcely call her flat-chested. Besides, look at that tiny waist, and her stomach. So inviting! I can just picture you with her, Katya. You'll certainly be the first woman she's ever made love with. Don't you find that exciting?'
    She did, but she didn't like the look in Dieter's eyes as he stared at the screen. Abigail had never had that effect on him, and Cassandra looked so young for her twenty-three years while Katya was well aware that she looked old for her twenty-nine.
    At last Cassandra stepped out of her touchingly childish white cotton panties and stepped into the bath. As she lifted her right leg, Dieter and his mistress gained their first sight of her most secret place and this time they were equally hypnotised by the screen. She had an abundance of very dark pubic hair, while the outer lips of her sex were small and tight, so that they only caught the briefest glimpse of the soft pinkness within before she sank down into the water and laid her head back against the edge of the tub.
    'Do you think she'll play with herself?' Katya asked excitedly, remembering how Abigail had delighted them on her arrival.
    'I would be most disappointed if she did,' the baron replied. 'This is no Abigail, my dear. Compared to your redheaded house wine this girl is a dark and mysterious claret. A rare wine and one to be savoured slowly. No, we'll get nothing more from this.' He switched off the set by remote control.
    'I hadn't finished watching,' Katya exclaimed.
    'Of course you had. Enjoy your lunch with her, my darling, and make sure the children behave. At dinner tonight wear the sapphire blue dress with the plunging neckline, and nothing beneath it.'
    'We aren't having guests, are we? What does it matter what I wear?'
    'The game has begun, Katya; you lose points for asking questions.'
    Anger flared in Katya, but she forced it down. If Dieter thought he was annoying her he'd be delighted, and make the game more complicated. Her earlier certainty that Cassandra was no threat had vanished as they'd