I found, mixed in your late husband's papers and some other notes, a sheet of memo paper with a handwritten message of disturbing content. I also foun... two audio tapes of the type used in answering machines. After consulting with Herr Rebus, we listened to both tapes. One was certainly the one that was in the machine when Herr Brechstein died. We were astonished to find that the message Herr Brechstein left on the tape was identical with the handwritten message we also found. We were unable to. As agreed she arrived at the hotel wearing a long black overcoat, undone to the point where her cleavage was visible, and looking down I gathered that the stockings i had requested were being worn.I offer her a glass of wine which she duly accepts, only asking if she can borrow the key to the room, just to freshen up.Of course, and I hand her the key. Give me five minutes and bring the wine up why dont you? she says cheekily.I watch her walk away, my cock already rock hard at the thought of. My new look. ‘Tell your husband you couldn’t resist it. I’m sure he’ll understand,’ said the voice. I’ve read about collaring slaves – romantic stories about women giving themselves totally to their husband, lover, master; and always it’s a high point in a relationship. Not for me, but then I wasn’t that kind of slave and compared to a piece of dirty string soaked in cunt juice, this was poetry. The cum on my face was dry now and flaking off in places. My tits were numb. One of the pictures. The Incredible Brute has disappeared on us again and we have an opening on the team. Mid-Knight wanted to recruit some new muscle-head to replace him, but since we just broke up, I told Knight that if I didn't get my pick for a new member, I'd be packing my bags as well."Kid gave an audible gulp. "And you want me? On the team, I mean?" Yes, I do," Cat said as her smile widened. "You know the city, you're a scrapper and the way you run you're mouth all the time, I know that you'll drive.