Under the headline, mug shots of nearly two dozen men were plastered. Among them, Clara recognized the alluring Italian. She squeezed her legs togethe...r as an unexpected tingle rippled between her thighs; a latent reaction that her body had still not forgotten him. She sighed inwardly and knew she could not indulge in such fickle feelings.When the investigative team had searched the house, they found a stash of photographs of women tied up, being tortured and sexually abused; the faces of some. We just haven't made love yet."I turned around to face her in the large clawfoot bathtub. She moaned softly as my mouth closed around one of her dark, erect nipples. She twisted her hand in my hair as my tongue circled around her sweet breasts, and I was enjoying pleasuring her more than I ever thought possible. She lifted herself from the tub, and we stood together with water dripping from our skin. I stared at her for a moment before she pushed me down to my knees, pressing my face into her. She places her nose against the wall and her hands behindher back. ?Good girl.? I walk to a cabinet across the room. Unlocking the door, Iretrieve the items I will need for this evening. Taking care that she doesn'tsee them, I lay them out on my desk. ?Turn around and look at me, and don't look around theroom.? She turns to look at me. ?Now, crawl over here.? As she begins to crawl, I take my seat on the ottoman. ?Sit,? I command as she reaches me. ?She sits back withher knees tucked under. Tonight, I wanted to do something for him; make him feel good after the delivery of such shit news and make it clear that I wasn’t going to run for the hills at the first sign of trouble.“Take your pants off,” I ordered, naked at the foot of the bed, the blue lights rolling over my breasts. “Now.”He blinked slowly a few times and then stretched his neck back, like someone unwinding after a hard day at the office. The baggy tracksuit pants slipped off easily. He quickly pulled his T-shirt over.