It was a decent living, but after a ... client in Paris turned out to be a real asshole, I decided I'd had enough and put my investigative skills to g...od use back home. I had enough saved up to start my own P.I. business. There, now nothing can be redacted.Sammie is a complete knockout. Tall at 5'8", which puts her even with me in height when she wears her 4" fuck-me heels. Fiery red hair, sparkling blue eyes, 34C-24-36 measurements and legs that go all the way up to Heaven. Her Angelina Jolie. “They're certainly a right pair of exhibitionists,” her boss proclaimed, “probably planned this for a timely traffic jam! You're a bit of show-off yourself aren't you Bethan.” “Well you made me, you insisted!” “I don't mean now. You have on more than one occasion at work worn a somewhat translucent bra under a white blouse that allowed notice of your dark, pretty nipples and areola. Not a blatant display but notable to someone who worked closely with you, namely myself." “I didn't realise...“. It was while you were sleeping in my arms. You were restless and thrashing. I held you firmly to control it for you. You found my breast and nipple. Then you quieted down. You suckled for some time in your sleep. Remember how Landdi did the same to you to settle down? It was the same for you. And, Alexa … I was honored that you found comfort with me. That I could give you comfort.”“But still …”“Alexa, you have suffered and still are. You hurt. You are only human.”I look up at her when I hear. He was kissing her back, distracting and disorienting her as he steered her into the bedroom. She pulled away from him and pulled the shirt out of his pants and in one motion over his head. His skin seemed to glow as she kissed his chest, slowly teasing him, his breath coming in short gasps as he ran his hands through her hair. She slowly ran her tongue around his hard nipple feeling his heart thump in response. She was tingly as she kissed his body. She wanted to feel him, touch him, taste him.