*******************************************************************************Chapter 1 - To LondonIt was late when the hackney cabs drew up at the g...ates of Sir Iain Marshall'slarge Hampstead home. Or rather it was early as the clock showed 1:00am onthe church steeple across the road. Sir Iain dismounted first and along withhis son Colin courteously helped both Mademoiselle Leila Mitterand and MissJuliette Smythe down from the cabs.There was much giggling and laughter as the two couples made. As he leathered his lean-muscled body, he gave a lot of thought to this assignment he had been handed. His target, he realized, had been at each site of the killings and therefore must have left some common evidence. What he must do, he reasoned, was to find out what individual was at each of those locations on the days each victim was killed.Toweling himself off, he decided that he would check the registries of the hotels when he got to the office.Bahn then closely shaved and, as was his daily. ." I murmured, holding the girl's head with my right hand while I massaged my breasts with the other.It had taken me three days to get her into my bed. Three long days of being photographed, waiting to be photographed, watching a dozen other women get photographed. The Sports Illustrated shoot was one of the biggest of the year and it was a competition, a very serious one, with the cover being the only prize. Girls wept with bitter disappointment when they didn't get the cover. Rivalries were. Even if he was simply performing cunni on her before she went off to work some mornings.But in the evening she used it in various ways on the boy.Her standard way was for it to tightly clench his balls into a plump round balloon that she could squeeze to spur him on; or as a handy handle to drag him out of her snatch suddenly.Either way it left his balls aching for some while; which he'd come to enjoy.An alternative use was to clip the balls up onto his shaft.Margo said this curbed him from his.