She was lying on her back onto a bed; her ankles and wrists strapped down. A blonde dominatrix was pacing up and down in high heels and wearing a red ...atex dress, long latex gloves and tapping a riding crop on her own thigh.The brunette girl was wearing a black latex mini dress and we could see her bare shaved pussy. Then a huge black man came to scene. He was the slave; wearing a mask that covered his face.The male slave suddenly turned his body and all the presents could see he was hung like. I found the stairs and went up to the second floor. Up here the place was less of a mess. It seemed that the police had focused on the first floor. Maybe the killer hadn't tossed the second floor, so the police hadn't bothered with the forensics. They had continued their search, of course. Every room bore the unmistakable signs of a thorough going-over.The long hall that connected the bedrooms was lined with pictures, but a few of them were missing. Official police souvenirs, or maybe the. "I promise on my honor as a gentleman," he had replied, kissing her. The friends, Lloyd, Brian, Albert, and Bill, ran amok during their time in Las Vegas. They went to as many casinos as they could find, and spent a pretty penny in the process. At the end of the first night, Lloyd, acting on behalf of the four, had called Gene to find out if they could come up to the suite to see the Strip from above. Since Tara was out of the apartment, he agreed, and told them to hurry up, before she. Would she think to change the locks? Her key ring was not in the bag so maybe she kept her keys in her jacket pocket and she still had them? Maybe she wouldn't remember the spare key in her purse? He placed it beside the mobile phone. The rest of the contents of the bag held no interest for him. He stuffed the computer, the credit cards and the purse back in the shoulder bag.Mike decided to go out for a drink; he thought better when he was alone in a bar. He went out of his apartment building.