“There are only three sets of keys to the flats. The owner has one. I have one. You have one. Someone entered Mr Freeman’s flat while he was on ho...iday. You said yourself that you thought Mr Freeman had been there.“They used a key to get in. They must also have used a key to the front door, and to the office. The tape of the top floor has been erased for the period Mr Freeman was absent on holiday. Whoever did that had a key to the office as well. Neither the owner nor I have allowed the keys. Their epicentre isn't distinguishable at first, then all of a sudden everything rushes to a deep clarity and I gasp, frozen for an instant on his throbbing manhood. Fire roars from the tips of my distended nipples down my belly and whips around my clit. The starburst gives me a head rush and everything slows briefly before a white heat spills into my soaked cunt and a series of deep spasms take hold. I milk his wonderful cock for all it's worth, rewarded by the sound of him groaning alongside. Stevens. I know you are privy to its contents, which means the two guards are too.’ He nodded and slid his thumb under the wax seal and opened the letter. ‘To: Tre Lloyd, Mage of the Order of Hecate. From: Lady Freyja, Duchess of Memphis.’ I chuckled hearing her title, not having thought Memphis rated anything above a baron, a count at the very most. He waited until I quit chuckling to continue. ‘It has come to my attention that you were with my precious Nadia on the evening of her death. I. We talked and danced for a couple of hours and as I'd had a few drinks, I didn't object when his hands started to roam, squeezing my bottom and playing with my breasts. I was actually enjoying it as Ben had been neglecting me a bit. Being on Honeymoon, I thought that we would be having sex night and day but maybe because Ben is so much older than I am, we had only done it 3 times in 9 days. Then George asked me to go outside for some air. I was going to tell my husband that I'd be right back.