She lived with a flatmate named Sarah who’s favourite pastime was fucking her lover noisily all night. Usually Claire could block this out but late...ly she’d been getting really turned on by the sound of them, and as they were very loud there had been mornings before when she’d been woken up and made herself come listening to Sarahs moans and screams. In fact there had been a few times where she’d made herself come by just thinking of Sarah, of wishing she could tell her how beautiful she was. A black piece of satin is hanging from Maidens hands as she tip taps to her slave. Her full lips and deep golden flecked brown eyes inches away from his face, "stop" she commands. He begs forgiveness and swears that he is trying with all his might but her beauty is too consuming to him. She huff's and her hot breath blows over him, then you shall be blinded. Quickly she wraps his head, covering his eyes, nose, mouth with the satin. Tying it tightly, then finishes with a kiss, her full lips warm. Halle would join us when she wrapped for the day.It didn’t take us long since the studio was only a little way down the road from where we’d just been. Once we arrived, we were sent to where we needed to be. I paused for a moment to take in the stage. Instead of being straight across the front like you’d see for a play, they’d built in two bump-outs for large TV cameras. With their placement, they could capture off-angle shots from each side. That allowed the director to have the actors stand. ”“Did she explain the bruises on her?”“They appear to be somewhat self-inflicted. She was partaking in some sort of role-playing with a master and mistress in a sex dog, bondage routine. She was being paraded around like a dog for sexual pleasure in the Hen House. She was fighting against her restraints to punish herself and cause more bruising. She was punishing herself for her miscarriage.”“Do you think the husband had anything to do with her bruises or condition?” Detective Armstrong.