Pretending to be some drugged up whore, and pulling off her blouse for Tony and his Iranian friends. Rabbi often had her undress for him privately. He...might be impotent, but he still seemed to enjoy Tamara's naked body. For that reason, she'd given up early on trying to wear a recording device. Of course, she would never put anything about it in her reports to Cecil. That would only open her up for ridicule by the guys at the bureau.Another thing that didn't go into the reports was the drug. He was almost certainly an aristocrat. "This is Rupert St.John Grantley, Earl Grantisbury to be precise. He was a friend of Edward VII from his late teens and continued as one of Edwards's companions' right through to his death." He put up another photo and I immediately recognised Sir Danbury. "I have cleaned up the photo's to remove the damage that comes with age. Now let's look at them in a different way." He clicked and suddenly the two photo's came up side by side. "I managed to get hold. Certainly I must have gone fast asleep that night; perhaps I had had a little wine given me, who knows; I have a sudden consciousness of a light, and hear some one say, he is fast asleep, don't make a noise; it seemed like my mother's voice. I rouse myself and listen, the circumstances are strange, the room strange, it excites me, and I rise on my knees, I don't know whether naturally, or cautiously, or how; perhaps cautiously, because I fear angering my mother, and the gentleman, perhaps a. She was topless, wearing a baby blue thong. She shook her brunette tresses and smiled as the camera clicked away. She puckered her lips for a few shots, then closed her eyes and lightly stroked her nipple."Great, great," the photographer Mark Wilkinson said. "That should wrap it up. Your turn, Emma."Petite blonde Emma Wagstaff was standing off to the side. She smiled and slid out of her soft white robe, revealing a black string bikini underneath. Emma had a younger, college coed look. She was.