"As you can see, Watson and I have both intuited your identity, if not your purpose, so if you would be more comfortable you may remove that ridiculou... false moustache and wig." I should have known better," the man said, abashed. "But the disguise was more to protect my identity from those who may watch the door of the world's greatest detective than from the man himself."Holmes preened at the flattery as our guest peeled off his moustache and hair, revealing a clean-shaven face and blond. His eyesimmediately flicked down to my cleavage and lingered there for quite awhile."Not great," I said. "Could you take it off now?"He shook his head. "No. I think you really need to understand how thismakes you feel and as I said we have 30 minutes together."I really couldn't tell if he was enjoying this or not. Did he have someunknown dominant streak or was he really just sincerely trying to helpme?"Count yourself lucky," he told me. "Nathan got writers block a few yearsago and I sent him to. Just as she finished tossing it off, someone who’d been sitting beside her had jostled her arm. That was the last thing she remembered. Someone, she supposed, had drugged her. Whoever it was had put something pretty potent in her drink. Was it the bartender? No, she knew the bartender. But of course, everyone thinks they know the bartender. Then who was it? Oh wait! When she was finishing her drink, the same someone who’d jostled her had to have done something. It wasn’t something in her. As Ana lay there, trying to recover her normal breath, I made up some excuse, going out to the alley to get Claus. He smiled to me and said he had watched me as I fucked my blindfolded sexy wife. I told him to enter our bedroom and wait quietly for mi signal. I then went back to the bed and laid down beside Anita. I began to stroke and caress her sweet curvaceous body again. I could just imagine the hard on Claus would have already, seeing my wife in this vulnerable position.I rechecked the.