‘Coffee, Greek, two croissants.’ The maid nodded and rose to her feet, leaving to prepare the Contessa’s tray. Helena took a couple of drags fro...m her cigarette and looked at the phone. She let the inspector wait on hold for another minute before pressing the button. ‘Speak.’ ‘Si, Contessa. They landed half an hour ago. I have verified that they are the couple in the photos. There were some questions with Customs, but the agent they spoke to confirmed that they answered his questions. ’ As they broke apart Matilda ran a hand down Betsy’s cheek and looked at her extremely affectionately. God, she wants flesh all right, concluded Betsy, feeling a tiny rush blood to her midsection. ‘Betsy,’ she said, answering the call. ‘Right, nice one.’ ‘Wait. I need a ride home. Can you come to Matilda McBride’s. Spur Road, number 27, you two should meet. ‘Right.’ Betsy went to her handbag and pulled out a comb. ‘That was Mike Street. He’ll be here in fifteen minutes. You two should meet.. That scent brought back memories of a great night of love making before Pat. She had sprinkled a few glitter flakes in her hair and was looking so very sensual. I just love her "lady in black" look. She's presents such a striking contrast with the black fabric against her white porcelain skin. I could have eaten her right there. My wife's one fucking hot wife.I asked, "Where are we going?" My mistress wants us to meet her at "Tokyo Gardens" tonight at 7. She said it would be her treat to. But even then it was only a small comfort as she lifted the bars open. That smirk on her face that said, beware of what is next.Slowly I stepped out with a bit of a wobble as I approached the matt. For the last couple of nights she had been experimenting with a few little toys she had picked up on the market. Oh sure they had all seemed fun and dandy, but just try being on the receiving end as that cold steel bar was placed in the opposite of your mouth. It was moments like these that reminded.