They die touching magic, Sal. Through us they attain an aesthetic suicide." The blade tickled my cheek. "Legally, we only photograph specters of death... No different than your average blockbuster, only prettier." And how do we explain that all our models are unaccounted for? Or the extra money?" The models are not our or the auditor's problem. The money comes from photography consulting. I've added fake receipts to the books. The identity of all our clients is private." She shrugged. Her blade. The only son of a Haitian single father. A lad whose mother, Beatrice Saint-Pierre, died giving birth to him. My father’s older sister, a hard-working attorney and single mother named Annabelle Saint-Pierre had a big hand in raising me. I love my aunt. I am extremely close to her brats, my cousins Madeline, William and Armand. We attended Boston-area colleges together. Madeline went to Wellesley College, William went to Northeastern University and Armand went to Boston University. These days we. ”I did, then smoothed the back of the skirt so that Harry could see the lower part of my butt.“Yes, you’ll do. Cherry isn’t it. Follow me.”I followed Harry out of the kitchen, into the very plush club and to the bar. I got a little surprise when Harry called out the name ‘Autumn’ and one of the girls from the Summer Ball turned around.“Autumn here will train you. Do everything that she says and you will be okay.”Harry left then Autumn said, “Bloody hell kiddo. I didn’t think that I’d see you. While sucking on his balls, I can feel him un-chaining the leash. He pulled me up and told me to lean against the bedpost. He then began to kiss me and running his down my chest toward my little hard clit. I felt his warm tongue licking my neck then down my chest, stopping at my perky nipples and gently biting them. While sucking on my little tits he reached into my g-string and began to stroke my erect clitty. He looks up at me and says “Looks like my baby slut has a little something extra for.