Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>04-06-2016, 06:03:12</strong>
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				Welcome, honored guests, to Ironstaff Manor, stately home of the wealthy Barnaby Temple. This palatial estate is seldom known to host gatherings of any sort, but the philanthropic middle-aged miser is throwing a small get-together with a seemingly disparate bunch from numerous walks of life. What exactly do they all have in common? Nobody knows, but they'd guess practically nothing, but for having caught the eye of Mr. Temple at one time or another, enough to make him wish to invite them to a fancy soiree. The disciplined staff will be delighted (or be very good at faking!) to serve you and make sure all of your needs are met, and fondest fancies are granted, within reason, of course. After all, money can't buy everything!<br><br><div align="center">(https://theromanticvineyard.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/clue-board.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>05-06-2016, 22:51:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/oTBefne.jpg?2)</div> Name: James <br>Role: Butler<br>Location: Hall<br>Tagging: N/A<br>Mentions: Bridgette, Mason<br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>James sighed as he waited patiently in the Hall for the first guests to arrive, the eve of Temple's big, and luscious party had arrived and guests were expected to begin arriving momentarily. No doubt that Bridgette was off doing some last minute spot cleaning, making everything shine and that the chef Mason was working his aides to breaking point to prepare for the huge feast that Temple had called for, Barnaby was not a kind employer, indeed the only reason, or at least he suspected the only reason, that he even had aides such as him were because he blackmailed and extorted them, without a doubt if Jame's name wasn't ruined in the business world he would certainly not be working here. all things considered it was a quaint job, Mr. Temple was a man of simple pleasures, and more often than not, preferred to not be disturbed by his <em>loyal</em> butler, indeed now he was probably in the study or lounge waiting for notice of the first guest to arrive, or all of them, to make a semi-dramatic entrance, he was rather fond of showing off he was. Self-centered would be another word to describe his employer, indeed, the lavish estate was fondly referred to as <em>The Hram De Temple</em> a slew of three tongues that translated to "The temple of Temple" fondly referred to, that is, only by Mr. Temple himself. <br><br>Had things turned out differently James Gamboge, might've found himself in a expensive estate like that of Barnaby Temple, as CEO of his personal start-up Gamboge Industries, he was well on the path to riches, were it not for a scandal right before he was about to sign a contract with the government that would net millions, resulting in the government retracting their offer and seizing most of his liquid assets, leaving him only his family home, which was mortgage free for the last couple decades, and his rainy-day offshore bank account, which sadly did not hold enough to cover costs of living. The scandal stained his name and was unable to find respectable work, until his good college friend Barnaby Temple, offered him a position on his staff, with a sizeable salary and benefits uncommonly high for the position of a Butler. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quozax</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 03:14:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/68/Dwayne_Johnson_at_the_2009_Tribeca_Film_Festival.jpg)</div>Name:&nbsp; Mason Tanner<br>Role:&nbsp; Chef<br>Location:&nbsp; Kitchen<br>Tagging:&nbsp; Open<br><br><br>Mason was hard at work in the kitchen.&nbsp; So many guests would be arriving soon, and he was busy basting this and buttering that.&nbsp; The spread was quite extensive and all class.&nbsp; Each plate was a masterpiece and rivaled many chefs.&nbsp; <br><br>He thought how far he almost made it.&nbsp; He was on his way to stardom when he fell so quickly.&nbsp; His meals went form the toast of the town, to little better than buttered toast.&nbsp; He was even thinking of making his starting his own cooking show when Mr. Temple rescued him from his failures.<br><br>They said his duck was dry, that his potatoes lacked style, that his...&nbsp; He didn't want to think of it.&nbsp; Only he knew why he was thinking these things now.&nbsp; He skillfully and powerfully cut up a carrot using a very sharp knife.&nbsp; He thought of other things he could use those knives.<br><br>The smell from the kitchen was heavenly.&nbsp; And he knew one secret about the kitchen.&nbsp; But there was time for that later.&nbsp; It was time to check to see if the starter soup was ready, as he patiently waited for guests to arrive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Twisted iN Tux</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 04:55:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/Jason_Peacock.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name/Occupation:</strong> Signor Jiovanni Pavone, Fashion &amp; Film Icon<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Late Afternoon, Day 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Courtyard <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Butler<br><hr><br>Signor Jiovanni Pavone arrived just as he always did, whenever the hell he wanted to and with enough pomp and circumstance to choke a baby blue whale. Everything the man did was grandiose. Everything. From the way he spoke, to the way he dressed, to the way he zipped along beautifully appointed, pebbled driveways in his brand new, brilliant blue Aston Martin (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/95/Aston-martin-vanquish-dark-blue.jpg), the man, the myth, the legend, fashion's own self-proclaimed Re di Ghiaccio - or Ice King to those not in-the-know - clearly didn't understand the concept of subtlety. He was certainly of the mindset, "Vai grande o andare a casa!" better known as, "Go big or go home!" which he often informed his clients when they looked upon him with stunned expressions as he unveiled his latest avant-garde collection or experimental film.<br><br>Sliding into place mere feet from the front entrance of Ironstaff Manor in a spray of gravelly bits, Jiovanni let the primed engine purr for a little while longer as he fussed with himself in the rearview mirror. Ensuring that not a single hair was out of place before he stepped from the sleek vehicle, the youthful reflection that gazed back at him was just as it needed to be. Appearances were everything after all and even here, in the middle of nowhere, the expectation was that he look as flawless and as fresh as ever, if not more so, seeing that his host was none other than Mr. Barnaby Temple himself.<br><br>Ah, Barnsy. The over-the-hill billionaire seemed to have no shame, it was as if he liked taking a beating, time and time again. Perhaps he was a masochist? Anything was possible. Nevertheless, Jiovanni had to give the man points for having big enough balls to welcome him into his very home. Big balls indeed, for their past was, well, it was <em>colorful</em> to say the least, so much so, Jio had already convinced himself that this seemingly benign invitation came with a price. Whether it was his reputation that would take a hit or something greater, was yet to be known. Either way, he was ready to take on the man even though he clearly had the home court advantage.<br><br>Laying into the car's horn with his gloved hand, Jio called for the help. This antiquated abode certainly had to have its fair share of servants, didn't it? Actually, why hadn't one of them been waiting to receive him? Had they not heard his approach? This...this was unacceptable! Such lax behavior would not be tolerated! Barnsy would most certainly hear about this! <br><br>Laying on the horn once more, he finally gave in and gave up after the sixth resounding blast. Killing the engine, he undid the door himself and proceeded to step out. As would be expected from one in his line of work, Jiovanni now stood within the courtyard in all his bespoked resplendence (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/25/Three_Piece.JPG) trying to decide on how he should proceed. There was no way in hell he was brining his own bags inside. He would sooner turn right around and head back home than perform such a menial task. He would, however, fetch his own fashionable topcoat (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7e/Trench.JPG), which was draped across the passenger side seat. Granted, there wasn't truly a need for the three-quarter length, supple leather garment, seeing that he would more than likely be stepping inside soon enough, but it was a necessary accessory just the same.<br><br>Once in place upon his broad shoulders, he took up a stance towards the rear of his Vanquish and waited. Surely someone would be out to attend to him and his needs, wouldn't they? Or was this all a part of Temple's plot to make the young man feel inferior and unimportant? It...it, well, if <em>this</em> was how this weekend was going to play out, Jiovanni Pavone would have to do everything in his power to keep himself from throttling the old fool with his own two hands!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 04:59:40</strong>
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				<strong>Name/Occupation:</strong> Brigitte Noire/Maid<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Late Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor, Library <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Sunlight from the setting sun streamed through the towering windows of the library, casting everything in a reddish-orange glow as Brigitte dusted. Well... as she lazily waved a feather duster in a parody of actual work. Her hazel eyes glancing out the window to the impeccably maintained grounds of the mansion. Her curvy form wrapped snugly in the alluring french maids uniform. Her high heels clicking on the polished wooden floor as she moved over to another bookcase.<br><br>There was a party slated for the evening. The first one she ever heard the bastard Barnaby Temple throwing. At least as far as any of the other servants knew. No matter it could be the opportunity she was waiting, for with all the guests she could sneak into the master bedroom. It was the only room that was always locked, so there had to be something important inside.<br>At the very least the party guests may have information that she could use, secrets that she could use against the old man or for a little blackmail on the side. Her full lips curling up into a sly little grin as she&nbsp; resumed her ‘dusting’.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>08-06-2016, 21:45:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVRcdjGB5jA/VXZ4XyZP-PI/AAAAAAAAjIk/0oeeSeSrMuE/s1600/Erin%2BHeatherton.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name/Occupation:</strong> Fern Kelly, Celebutante\Charity Work<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Late Afternoon, Day 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Courtyard <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jiovanni Pavone<br><hr><br>Fern had a broad smile across her face as she drove down the small roads that lead to Ironstaff Manor, it wasn't that she was particularly looking forward to what might happen this weekend but at least for now she had the top down, the music up and the wind blowing through her hair and to top things off nobody was following her every move with a camera. In some ways the lack of camera lenses felt odd, it wasn't as if the gossip sites hadn't found out where she was heading this weekend so Fern expected to have to dodge at least one motorbike with a camera on it but everything had been unusually quiet. As far as the rest of the world was concerned Fern was heading to Ironstaff Manor to meet it's somewhat reclusive owner Mr Temple, in an effort to raise funds for the charities she was link to. However the truth was decidedly different, Mr Temple had come into the possession of a video that would end her career and she was here to discuss 'terms'.<br><br>Suddenly the car hit a big bump in the road that jolted the old Ford so hard that the passenger side glove box dropped open, spilling out it's contents onto the floor. Cursing out loud, Fern slowed down and then pulled over to the side of the road. Reaching down into the foot well Fern retrieved the contents of the glove box and wedged the firmly back where they came, making doubly sure that the revolver couldn't possibly come loose a second time, another jolt like that and the gun could have gone off and who knows what could have happened?<br><br>A short while later Fern made it through the gates of Ironstaff Manor and saw a man standing in the courtyard wearing an exquisitely tailored topcoat, the face was familiar but for some reason she couldn't put a name to it. Fern pulled up just behind the man's rather showy car, it seemed like he was another one of Mr. Temple's guests or was there something else at work here? Fern decided to stay in her car for a minute, while tried to place the man's face and just to see what would happen next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 02:58:24</strong>
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				(http://img.wennermedia.com/social/ben-affleck-zoom-b2a7da16-9198-42c0-98e4-92de6f1659c6.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name/Occupation:</strong> Barnaby Temple, Billionaire (and Host)<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Late Afternoon, Day 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Master Bedroom <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The master is not to be disturbed!<br><hr><br>Temple had sequestered himself in his private bedroom, one that not even the staff had access to. It was designed with a fingerprint lock or, with a six-digit numeric code he shared with none of them if anything should prevent him using his hands. Of course, if he happened to both have injured fingers that were wrapped up and he happened to be too drunk to remember the number, well, there were plenty of other bedrooms to pass out in.<br><br>It wasn't that he didn't trust most of his staff; to be honest, if they knew half of what he'd done to ensure they ended up in his pocket, they'd probably burn the place down and make it look like an accident. But the old saying, keep your friends close and your enemies closer, always appealed to him and was the impetus for the evening's gathering. Each and every one of his specially selected guests had had the privilege, thus far at least, of getting on his bad side and facing no repercussions for it. Karma was a bit too slow for the curmudgeonly miser, and he decided to mete out judicious punishment for their cheek, their arrogance or their simple unwillingness to cater to his whims as he saw fit. He went to great lengths and great expense to provide the crucial, damning objects of blackmail he intended to rub in their faces at the dinner party. They would either storm out in humiliation and impotent rage, or stay the night as they had been invited, for their last night of security and luxury or, in some cases, their last night outside of a prison cell. It's good to the King.<br><br>He sipped a glass of scotch, reading a newspaper absentmindedly, going over in his head just how to present the evening's festivities. A projector for slide shows and videos of the various blackmail footage he had compiled, or in other cases, hard copies (or rather, copies of hard copies) of anything that would implicate his guests or their businesses or their families in any number of crimes and misdemeanors or other publicly taboo acts or behaviors. The looks on their faces would be priceless, worth every dime he sank into the research, the illicit agents he bribed to procure such secrets, and the labors it took to conceal all of this from his staff. He would not put it past them to warn some of his guests, perhaps even try to steal some of the blackmail material. No, for tonight all they knew (as far as he was concerned) was that he was having several guests over that he'd never mentioned in conversation or ever invited over before, and who appeared largely to have nothing in common. Like good little dogs, they asked nothing about it and carried on working harder than usual to prepare for the welcoming and hosting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undine</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 05:01:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://res.freestockphotos.biz/pictures/5/5625-a-beautiful-woman-in-a-white-dress-sitting-on-theatre-chairs-pv.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Occupation:</strong> Mrs. Avery LeBlanc, Professional Widow/Socialite<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Late afternoon, Day 1 <br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Courtyard<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jiovanni, Fern, James the Embittered Butler, and whomever else might like to be about<br><hr><br>The alabaster Aston Martin One-77 purred into the elegant drive of Ironstaff, pure sex crafted into one-of-a-kind form and function - rather like its driver.&nbsp; The playful creature behind the wheel pulled past both with the practiced ease of a seasoned driver, waving pleasantly with one hand to both recently arrived dinner guests before parking the vehicle along the curb.&nbsp; <br><br>The engine cut, the silence rushing in like a prelude to a hell of a show - one that would in no way disappoint.&nbsp; The driver's side door opened, one golden bare, shapely and incredibly long leg after the other easing from within that magnificent vehicle.&nbsp; Avery LeBlanc stood to her exquisite, breathtakingly expensive Giuseppe Zanotti stilettos (http://www.fashaddictshop.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/giuseppe-zanotti-summer-white-wings-heels-2013.jpg?v=7516fd43adaa), as airily sumptuous as her J. Mendel gown (https://cdnd.lystit.com/photos/8804-2015/08/29/j-mendel-ivory-crepe-high-neck-gown-with-cutaway-sleeves-white-product-3-185921926-normal.jpeg).&nbsp; If she noticed one of the cars she drove by was an Aston Martin - even as the other was decidedly <em>not</em> - nothing in the cursory glance over both said as much.&nbsp; Honey-gold hair falling in waves about her shoulders, she glided along the length of the drive like a dream, like a spun sugar confection of summer clouds and pure, sweet deliciousness.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Well how <em>do</em> you do?"&nbsp; Her voice flowed like sinfully dark molasses, her thick Georgia accent warm and luscious as fresh peach cobbler as she closed the distance between herself and Jiovanni.&nbsp; The man was a complete stranger of course (however oddly familiar, in a way she just couldn't put a finger on quite yet) but in Avery's world?&nbsp; There were no strangers, only potential playmates.&nbsp; And <em>this</em> man looked like he just might know a particularly entertaining game or two, or at the very least?&nbsp; He certainly knew his way around a good time...<br><br>"My name is Avery.&nbsp; Avery LeBlanc.&nbsp; And aren't you looking <em>just</em> like the kind of gentleman who'd offer a lady an arm."&nbsp; Actually, he looked more than a little put out, but it would be incredibly impolite - and impolitic, of course - to say as much.&nbsp; That did not stop her from boldly sliding her arm into his, skillfully and simultaneously pressing a rather delectable curve or two along the length of his oh-so-elegantly dressed self.&nbsp; An impish little lift of her perfectly shaped brows followed the flitting of her gaze from his face to the grand entrance of Ironstaff, as if she were curiously appraising the possibilities.&nbsp; <br><br>And then she lifted herself just so to her tippy-toes, quite the feat in those stilettos (and testament to a lifetime of doing that and more in precariously high heels), the heat of her spice-scented breath bathing his ear. "Is there some show we're all waiting on out here?" she whispered with a soft laugh as she let herself back down, peering about him toward the only other vehicle in the drive.&nbsp; <br><br>The arm not currently hooked into the beautiful man's arm raised to wave to the pretty little lady still sitting in her own car, for no particular reason Avery could fathom.&nbsp; "Well, just <em>bless</em> your sweet heart," she called, her perfectly-painted crimson smile warm and welcoming and, surprisingly enough, making it all the way up to those angel blue eyes.&nbsp; "What are you waitin' for?&nbsp; C'mon now darlin', Mr. Temple doesn't strike me as the kind of man who's going to thank you kindly for letting his dinner get cold."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>22-06-2016, 06:35:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/Maid-Clue.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Occupation:</strong> Brigitte Noire/Maid<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Late Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor, Library -&gt; Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mason, Open<br><hr><br>Brigitte finished her dusting as she took one last look about the room her eyes briefly setting on the prorate of Barnaby Temple that hung over the fireplace. The arrogant business man's smug visage looking out over the library. <br><strong> "Un jour, quelqu'un va frapper ce regard béat sur ​​votre visage."</strong> The maid said in French half under her breath as she turned, her high heels clicking loudly as she exited.<br><br>She paused in the hall as the wondrous scents wafting from the kitchen drew her attention. The chief was busy working his magic for the evening. She didn’t know much about the man, he was apparently in the military. Perhaps where he learned to cook though it was certainly where he honed his physique. He was as tasty to look at as his Mango Napoleons with Caramel and Cream was on the tongue.<br>Brigitte pushed open the kitchen door her heels calling attention to her as she entered her attention on the prepared plates for a moment before shifting to Mason in his crisp white chef’s uniform. <br><br><strong>“Bonsoir.”</strong> She called out her frilled maid's skirt swishing as she continued on busing herself with collecting plates to take to the dining room.<br>Her hazel eyes waiting for the chef’s attention to shift back to his culinary arts, before she reached out. Her index finger scooping a sample of whipped cream from one of the deserts. Brigitte’s full red lips closing on her cream loaded digit as she licked the sweetness off. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Translate</div><div class="spoiler_body">"One day someone will knock that smug look off your face."</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quozax</strong> on <strong>22-06-2016, 23:50:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/68/Dwayne_Johnson_at_the_2009_Tribeca_Film_Festival.jpg)</div><br>Mason couldn't help but eye the beauty that had walked into his kitchen.&nbsp; He was very glad he had his apron and uniform on, or it would surely give away his lustful thoughts.&nbsp; He was pretty sure his azure eyes were casting lustful glances at the new hire.<br><br>“Bonsoir.&nbsp; I'm afraid that's all the French I know.”&nbsp; His heart was racing just a little as he stirred the soup.&nbsp; “My name is Mason.&nbsp; I don't recognize you.&nbsp; Are you new here?”&nbsp; Mason could use all the help he could.&nbsp; He didn't understand why Temple put together suck a large party of guests with him as the only cook.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>24-06-2016, 00:27:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/Maid-Clue.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Occupation:</strong> Brigitte Noire/Maid<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Late Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor, Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mason, Open<br><hr><br>Brigitte smiled as Mason introduced himself and asked if she was new at the mansion.<br><strong>"Oui, I ave been here for onlee the two weekz az the upstairz Maid,"</strong> She said making a half curtsy as she eyed the sweet deserts again. <strong>"My nam is Brigitte, monsieur Mazon."</strong> The maid's attention shifting to the food then back to Mason's imposing muscular form as he dutifully tended his soup. <br><br><strong>"Hav you been the cook for monsieur Temple long?"</strong> Her heels clicking on the tile floor as she moved around to the china cabinet, Brigitte pulled the glass doors open, her alluring form shifting up onto her tiptoes as she reached up for the large soup tureen. Her already too short maid's skirt hiking up just a little bit more. Offering the hint of what may be her white panties.<br><br><strong>"Monsieur Mazon,"</strong> She called out still stretched up to reach the tureen. <strong>"Can you ASS ist moi?"</strong> Her hazel eyes fixed on the large man, her lips in a coy little smirk.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quozax</strong> on <strong>24-06-2016, 03:15:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/68/Dwayne_Johnson_at_the_2009_Tribeca_Film_Festival.jpg)</div>Name:&nbsp; Mason Tanner<br>Role:&nbsp; Chef<br>Location:&nbsp; Kitchen<br>Tagging:&nbsp; Brigitte, open<br><br>Mason watched every step she took.&nbsp; She had such beautiful, long, sexy legs, and he loved the uniform.&nbsp; “Nice to meet you Brigitte.”&nbsp; he said with his award winning smile.&nbsp; “And unfortunately, I have known that horrible man for a long time.&nbsp; I had food critics that have been nicer than he has. “<br><br>His eyes were glued to her panties as she reached above her.&nbsp; “Did she just pause on 'ass' on purpose?&nbsp; He walked up behind her.&nbsp; He was so much taller than the new maid.&nbsp; His arms were almost twice as wide too because of his muscles.&nbsp; <br><br>“Here let me help you.”&nbsp; He slowly pressed his body against her and the china cabinet and reached beyond her.&nbsp; He hung his head low.&nbsp; His lips brushed against her neck, but did not kiss it.&nbsp; He grabbed the tureen.&nbsp; His arms were around her sides.&nbsp; <br><br>“So are you hungry?”&nbsp; Even though he had retrieved the tureen, his arms were still around her.&nbsp; His cock was rigid in his pants and he was moving his waist slightly so she could feel it poke her.&nbsp; “What kinds of food are you hungry for?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Twisted iN Tux</strong> on <strong>24-06-2016, 15:21:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/Jason_Peacock.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name/Occupation:</strong> Signor Jiovanni Pavone, Fashion &amp; Film Icon<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Late Afternoon, Day 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Courtyard <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Lady in Green, The Lady in White &amp; The Damn Butler!<br><hr><br>Jiovanni's interest was piqued, just a little, as a second car joined the fray. It was a nice looking auto with an equally nice looking driver behind the wheel; however, before he could even give it or her a second glance, yet another car came roaring into place and this one, well, this one demanded not only his immediate attention, but his utmost respect. This person, whomever they were, was in a class all by themselves, save Jio of course. They drove a similarly made auto as he and they arrived in a splashy manner, all glitz and glam, with a 'wham bam thank you ma'am' sort of vibe literally oozing from their very being.<br><br>He approved.<br><br>As did his manhood.<br><br><em>Not here, not now,</em> he inwardly scolded himself as he stood more erect to, uh, to hide the obvious stirring in his expertly tailored suit pants. He had a reputation to uphold, after all, and dropping it on the very first night, within the first few minutes of meeting his fellow guests could potentially lead to his undoing. He was a 'man's man' after all - or so he relentlessly reminded anyone who thought otherwise - and he...he - <em>Stop it!</em> - he wasn't suppose to be even remotely interested in the opposite sex beyond dressing them up in the prettiest of couture or aiming the unwavering eye of his camera at them. It was just how it was done in both of the industries he embraced. Simply put, heterosexual designers and directors often didn't make it very far in the field, at least not in a lasting way, whereas homosexual ones were often catapulted into stardom along a much faster track and openly embraced by all, seeing that they were viewed as less of a threat by women and generally ignored by the few straight men who participated in such things.<br><br>"<strong>Ciao,</strong>" he casually called, in an effort to play off his interest, as the stunning beauty sauntered on over and then proceeded to assault his personal space, pressing her well-crafted form against his own athletic build. He had to give her credit, she was not only an expert at skillfully walking in stilettos upon uneven gravel, but she knew exactly how to ingratiate herself without being annoying or overbearing. <br><br>He approved...<br><br>"<strong>Signor Jiovanni Pavone,</strong>" he offered as she boldly took his arm and then whispered into his ear, her delicate breath tickling his lobe as she spoke.<br><br>...and so did his manhood!<br><br>Unable to reply right away, seeing that his attention was suddenly divided between the siren at his side and the slithering snake within his slacks, he finally found his voice just as she began to call out to the third member of their party. Electing to keep his words to himself, he instead simply escorted Mrs. LeBlanc - <em>LeBlanc? LeBlanc? Why does that name sound so familiar?</em> - closer to the vehicle, so that proper introductions could continue to play out. Perhaps by the time they finished such frivolous affairs, a member of the staff would take notice and come out to aid them with their things.<br><br>Or not.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>24-06-2016, 23:02:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/oTBefne.jpg?2)</div> Name: James <br>Role: Butler<br>Location: Entrance Courtyard<br>Tagging: The Arrived Guests<br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br>&nbsp;James stood up and smoothed out his suit as he saw three cars approach consecutively, two arriving in a splashy, attention-getting manner. while one simply waited for a maximum of three seconds before blaring his horn. Whoever this man was, rude as he is, he was most certainly a friend of Temple's. Approaching the huge double doors he swung them open and stepped outside, descending the stairs and standing to the side to welcome the guests and receive their keys, a small group of servants also approaching to take their bags to their rooms for the evening "Welcome to Ironstaff Manor, I hope you enjoy the party, dinner will be served in two hours, appetizers and drinks will be provided as you wait."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 17:10:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/Maid-Clue.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Occupation:</strong> Brigitte Noire/Maid<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Late Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor, Library -&gt; Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mason, Open<br><hr><br>Brigitte's lips curled up into a sly little grin as she sensed the large chef move behind her his powerful, muscled form pressing against her back as she reached up for the tureen. The maid letting out a breathy little <strong>"Oh mon monsieur Mazon."</strong> as she felt Mason's hardness press up against her panty clad bottom. His arms still about her his cheek and lips brushing her neck as the chef asked if she was hungry and what kinds of food she liked.<br>Her heart beating a little faster at the thrill of Mason looming behind her, over her. She dropped down off her tiptoes her ass grinding against Mason's manhood, her frilled skirt hiking up even more as she slowly ground her bottom back against the large man and his equally large cock.<br><br><strong>"I am parsial to the sweetz creemz."</strong> She purred her head tipping as she looked over her shoulder to the massive man behind her. Her pink tongue licking over her cherry red painted lips.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quozax</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 22:54:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/68/Dwayne_Johnson_at_the_2009_Tribeca_Film_Festival.jpg)</div>Name:&nbsp; Mason Tanner<br>Role:&nbsp; Chef<br>Location:&nbsp; Kitchen<br>Tagging:&nbsp; Brigitte, open<br><br>Mason took a large breath when he felt the beautiful maid's ass rub against him.&nbsp; Oh he wanted to take here there right on the floor of the kitchen.&nbsp; But he was enjoying the play she was giving him and he was going to play back.&nbsp; <br><br>Mason caught the dual implication of the food reference.&nbsp; “Well I have a large cannoli with plenty of cream inside if you want a taste.”&nbsp; He was curious on how forceful she wanted him to be, but decided to keep playing her coy game.&nbsp; <br><br>He decided to surprise her and pulled her to the side so his arms would be around her.&nbsp; “Be careful, you were getting very close to that stove.&nbsp; I don't want you to burn yourself.”&nbsp; But she wasn't that close to the stove at all.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>01-07-2016, 03:50:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/Maid-Clue.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Occupation:</strong> Brigitte Noire/Maid<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Late Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor, Library -&gt; Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mason, Open<br><hr><br>The maid batted her emerald eyes at the Chef’s response to her coy little comment about cream.<br><br><strong>“Mmm…I supoze ze tast wool be in ordar.”</strong> She said her tongue licking over her lips again. The sexy Brigitte making a soft little gasp as she felt Mason pull her close, pressing her against his muscular form, his powerful arms wrapping about her curvy form as he spoke. Her eyes instinctively flicking towards the stove then back to Mason as she understood his real meaning.<br><br>The maid smiling up to the man, shifting, grinding against Mason as she turned to face him. Her luscious breasts pressed against his chest, threating to spill out of the top of her maids uniform. Diving the chef an eyeful of her deep alluring cleavage.&nbsp; Her green eyes bright as her hands slid between them. Palms pressing against Mason’s eager manhood, slowly rubbing him teasingly through his clothing.<br><br><strong>“Monsieur Mazon, mah I hav ze tast?”</strong> She asked even as her hands moved, slipping out and back under the chef’s apron. Long red nails scratching at the fabric of his pants as they moved to Mason’s straining cock, the familiar clicking of the zipper of his pants coming just before the sensation of Brigitte’s fingertips brushing against the heated thin fabric of the man’s shorts. The taunting layer the only thing between her soft flesh and Mason’s throbbing hard shaft.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quozax</strong> on <strong>02-07-2016, 03:00:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/68/Dwayne_Johnson_at_the_2009_Tribeca_Film_Festival.jpg)</div>Name:&nbsp; Mason Tanner<br>Role:&nbsp; Chef<br>Location:&nbsp; Kitchen<br>Tagging:&nbsp; Brigitte, open<br><br>Brigitte seemed almost fragile in his muscular, powerful arms.&nbsp; He skin was so soft and subtle.&nbsp; Her red lipstick covered lips seemed so kissable.&nbsp; He made no attempt to hide the fact that he was staring at her cleavage.<br><br>He took a deep breath, while smiling widely as she felt his raging erection through his outfit.&nbsp; He leaned in with every caress, and returned the favor by caressing her breasts through her top.&nbsp; His other hand gently squeezed her ass a little.<br><br>“I would love for you to have a taste.”&nbsp; He looked around the room and made sure nothing would burn, or boil over.&nbsp; “But would you prefer some privacy?”&nbsp; His soft smile leading up to something erotic and sinful as he nodded to the pantry.<br><br>The pantry was large enough for the two, and the shelves were lined with ingredients and canned goods.&nbsp; It was a very well stocked kitchen and pantry.&nbsp; Despite being a louse, Temple like to be well prepared for almost any occasion.<br><br>Without warning, Mason picked up Brigitte as if her were a feather.&nbsp; His one arm under her back, and the other under her knees.&nbsp; He headed for the pantry.&nbsp; “Watch this.”&nbsp; He said.&nbsp; He twists one of the fixtures to the side and the wall backs up and slides open.<br><br>It was a secret passageway.&nbsp; “This leads underground to the Study.&nbsp; I found it one day on accident.&nbsp; The section under the mansion is perfect for a little fun.”&nbsp; He said coyly.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>02-07-2016, 18:38:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/Maid-Clue.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Occupation:</strong> Brigitte Noire/Maid<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Late Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor, Library -&gt; Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mason, Open<br><hr><br>Her eyes looking over to the pantry door as Mason nodded to the door then back to the large man, her head nodding as she continued her teasing fingertip caress of the chef's rigid cock.<br>She made a surprised little sound as she gasped out <strong>"Mon dieu"</strong> as the powerful man lifted her up, sweeping her off her feet as he effortlessly carried her in to the pantry. Brigitte biting her bottom lip as her arms wrapped about Mason's neck as she was carried like a bride to her bed on her wedding night. <br>Her head tipping to the side as she clung to Mason's muscular form, the man reaching out to turn the wall mounted lighting fixture. Her emerald eyes blinking as the wall slid back and opened to reveal the secret passage. Her attention flicking back to Mason as he continues, explaining that it&nbsp; lead under the mansion to the study. Were there more secret passages in the house? Was there one that lead to Temple's bed room? She would have to explore the house, look for other hidden passages... though she could have some fun first.<br><br><strong>"Juzt a lietal funn."</strong> She said coyly, batting her eyes before she leaned her head in her full crimson lips brushing against the chef's ear as he carried her down the spiral stairs. Her curly form shifting against Mason with each step as they descended into the secret passageway. <strong>"I wantz lotz of ze hot sweetz creemz."</strong> She purred her tongue licking, tracing along the edge of Mason's ear.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quozax</strong> on <strong>03-07-2016, 03:21:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/68/Dwayne_Johnson_at_the_2009_Tribeca_Film_Festival.jpg)</div>Name:&nbsp; Mason Tanner<br>Role:&nbsp; Chef<br>Location:&nbsp; Secret passageway<br>Tagging:&nbsp; Brigitte, open<br><br>“I don't think we will be missed my dear.”&nbsp; He sighed a satisfied smile when she nibbled his ear.&nbsp; The passageway was dimly lit, but someone did take the time to make sure it had some lighting.&nbsp; The stairs downward were made of cobblestone.&nbsp; <br><br>The passageway was almost a straight shot, and about half way down the corridor, there was a large opening.&nbsp; In the section was a bed, complete with headboard and posts at the bottom of the bed.&nbsp; There were handcuffs hanging off each of the four posts.&nbsp; <br><br>“I didn't put the bed there, but I do have a copy of the handcuff keys.&nbsp; It's been here a while, so I don't know if Temple put it here or if it was here before he moved in. “&nbsp; Without any warning he picked up the light female again and put her on the bed.&nbsp; <br><br>“You will indeed taste my cream my dear, and I may do more to you too.”&nbsp; he was already taking his uniform off.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>05-07-2016, 20:55:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVRcdjGB5jA/VXZ4XyZP-PI/AAAAAAAAjIk/0oeeSeSrMuE/s1600/Erin%2BHeatherton.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name/Occupation:</strong> Fern Kelly, Celebutante\Charity Work<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Late Afternoon, Day 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Courtyard <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jiovanni Pavone, Mrs. Avery LeBlanc, James<br><hr><br>Fern put on her best poker face as see watched a third car fly up the drive way, it was part of her 'job' to know who all the current trending celebrities were and more importantly keep on top of all the rumors that hadn't made to Perez Hilton yet. Fern recognised Jiovanni because as one of the hotter designers of the moment her agent was always keeping a discreet eye out for oppourtunities to put Fern in one of his dresses on a red carpet, so far the stars hadn't aligned but if he was going to be under the same roof all weekend then maybe Fern could someone work a request into the conversation at some point.<br><br>Then there was the blonde to poured herself out of the Aston Martin, how could anyone not recognise Avery LeBlanc? A modern day Anna Nicole Smith who had been the somewhat ironic sobriquet of the White Widow in certain circles. It was strange that Mr Temple would have invited someone like her to what was supposed to be a very quiet weekend, as wherever Mrs. LeBlanc at least one pap was bound to follow. With her on the grounds the odds it remaining a quiet relaxed weekend were vastly reduced.<br><br>Finally the doors to mansion opened and what could only the butler stepped into the drive way, Fern stepped out of her car and bounced across the gravel and into the reception area playing with her car keys as she did. Breezing past the butler she questioned him without stopping for an answer <strong>"So Jevees, are you going to give us a tour of place?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>06-07-2016, 01:05:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/Maid-Clue.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Occupation:</strong> Brigitte Noire/Maid<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Late Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor, Library -&gt; Secret Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mason, Open<br><hr><br>Brigitte's heels echoed down the narrow dimly lit hallway as she entered the secret sex room hidden under the mansion. Given it's state either Mason had cleaned it up or it was being maintained by someone else. And the most likely someone else is Barnaby Temple. The room looked so very plain, almost too plain... she wondered if there were other secret rooms or compartments on the walls. <br>Her thoughts interrupted as she made a surprised gaps, her eyes snapped back to Mason as he swept her off her feet again, the muscular chef casually depositing her on the bed. The maid's crimson lips curling up into a wry little grin as she settled on the mattress and watched the massive man begin to disrobe. <br><br>Brigitte shifted her legs under her as she sat on the beds silk sheets, her legs tucked under her. Her tongue slowly licking over her painted lips as she eagerly watched Mason strip off his clothing. The maid eager to get her taste of the chef and perhaps even more of the imposing man. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quozax</strong> on <strong>06-07-2016, 03:05:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/68/Dwayne_Johnson_at_the_2009_Tribeca_Film_Festival.jpg)</div>Name:&nbsp; Mason Tanner<br>Role:&nbsp; Chef<br>Location:&nbsp; Secret passageway<br>Tagging:&nbsp; Brigitte, open<br><br>One by one, his outfit was slowly removed.&nbsp; He had a glaze of lust in his azure eyes.&nbsp; He was a little surprised that the young maid didn't remove her own clothing.&nbsp; So, he figured she wanted him to remove them.<br><br>He stood there, naked with is rigid cock sticking straight out.&nbsp; It was just over 10 inches long with over an inch and a half of thickness.&nbsp; His muscles were toned and his body was a consistent, almost tan color.&nbsp; His pubic hairs have long been shaved away, possibly even waxed.&nbsp; His body looked smooth and muscular.<br><br>He reached over to Brigitte with his thick hands and lifted her outfit over her head.&nbsp; “If you want my cream, my dear, I'll give you all you can handle.”&nbsp; Once the main part of her outfit was gone, Mason looked over her body as it only had stockings, shoes, and underwear.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>08-07-2016, 00:53:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/Maid-Clue.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Occupation:</strong> Brigitte Noire/Maid<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Late Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor, Library -&gt; Secret Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mason, Open<br><hr><br>Brigitte watched with bright eyes as Mason undressed. The maid taking in every inch of the muscular man's form as she enjoyed the impromptu show he put on just for her. He seemed so exotic, so well built and.. endowed.<br><br>She bit her bottom lip as she watched him step towards her a thrill running through her as he approached and reached out to her. The maid making a soft little sound as her maid's uniform was peeled form her curvy form. She settled back on the bed clad in only her white garter-belt, panties, bra, and seamed stockings. Her heels adding to Brigitt's risque pose as she leans back on the bed. Her sheer bra not concealing the maid's own arousal, nipples erect her pale skin showing the faintest hit of a blush.<br><br><strong>"Monsieur Mazon; R'ue sure zat we have ze time too play?"</strong> She asked, her eyes batting as she looked up to the Adonis like chef. Her hands reaching out, fingers curling about Mason's hard eager cock. The Maid's soft smooth hand caressing him with a practiced touch&nbsp; as he loomed above her on the bed.<br>She looked up her eyes flicking down to the man's cock before she takes the length in her hand stroking the hardening cock. <br><strong>"Ohhh...Itz soo beig."</strong> She purrs her fingers caressing as she traces them along Mason's cock. Brigitte looks up again her eyes fixing with Mason's for a moment before her head tips down her hair obscuring the sight of her lips closing over the head of the man's cock but not the sensation of her warm wet mouth, as the French maid starts to suck. Her hair bobbing with her head, her hands still stroking in time with her movements.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Clue XXX: Whodunnit? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quozax</strong> on <strong>08-07-2016, 02:40:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/68/Dwayne_Johnson_at_the_2009_Tribeca_Film_Festival.jpg)</div>Name:&nbsp; Mason Tanner<br>Role:&nbsp; Chef<br>Location:&nbsp; Secret passageway<br>Tagging:&nbsp; Brigitte, open<br><br>Mason couldn't help but examine the perfect female in front of him.&nbsp; He thought that it was almost more erotic because she was still partially clothed.&nbsp; His hands caressed her body, both the exposed parts, and the clothed parts.&nbsp; His large hand seemed to cup her breast just perfectly.<br><br>“No, we don't have time to play.&nbsp; I have food to cook.&nbsp; You have guests to clean up after and take their coats.&nbsp; That what makes this more exciting my dear.”&nbsp; He had a soft smile as she caressed his cock.&nbsp; She seemed very skillful, seemingly knowing where to apply pressure or caress softly.<br><br>“Mmmm, yes it is big, isn't it?”&nbsp; he sighed a sigh of joy when she took the cock in her mouth.&nbsp; He reached down and pulled up her sheer bra, exposing the erect nipples.&nbsp; His strong hands began to knead them much like he might knead dough, but being careful not to hurt her.<br><br>“I just wonder how much you can take my dear.”&nbsp; He took his hands off her breasts and pushed her arms against the bed, making her helpless in her arms.&nbsp; He shifted his body so his cock would be able to go in all the way.&nbsp; <br><br>He started off with slow, short strokes, making sure she could take more and more of his length.&nbsp; He was testing to see if the maid had a gag reflex, or if she was well versed in the act of oral sex.&nbsp; He was applying just enough force into her mouth so she could take most of his cock, but resisting just enough, so he wouldn't seriously hurt her and could even enjoy the oral assualt.<br>
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