“Well? Why haven’t you got dressed yet?” I asked her before reaching to her and unclipping her form the bondage.“Thank you!” Tania said and ...hen picked up a yellow pair of knickers, she stepped into them and pulled them up, the yellow fabric disappearing under the loin cloth giving me tantalizing glimpses of yellow at her sides. I dragged my eyes away from the view and concentrated on the food.Tania pulled the chair back to the table and sat down on it, and then quickly she got up. “Own! My ass. " Now the news, some deputies, three, and some agents, four, have quit. We've apprehended three of the seven so far, trying to board international flights with fake passports. Of course, they could be their real passports. We have a sighting of one who went into the Russian embassy and hasn't been seen since. I'm thinking we've just about cleaned up the field. I have one of my investigators on sick leave, and he's not at home. The man has been in my group for right at two years. My Bureau. His own ruby coloured eyes seemed to glisten as they appeared to see inside her very soul. “Yes, yes! Use me,” she moaned, “Take me, take me to places I haven’t even dreamed of.” He gave her a wicked lop-sided smile. Her skin tingled as his tongue traced a line down her chest, and down between her breasts. As his head moved slowly lower, his cold fingertips stroked gently over her shoulder, and then down to cup her breasts. He lowered his head, his mouth moving from one firm tit to the other as. Men and woman swarmed the streets. Revelry was audible from every tavern ... passion tangible from every brothel.I had a specific establishment in mind for the evening's delights. A noble I had taken a particular shine to had recommended it last night at the opera.The brothel was called 'The Rosy Garter.' It was one of the nicer places in town. My outfit was assembled to reflect the latest in fashions. A black cloak with a vest and a red cravat.The door to the house of ill repute was closed,.