As a shutter clicked in his mind, he changed the picture to that of himself down between her legs, and he knew that he wanted to fuck, not tomorrow, b...t tonight, even if it had to be with his own wife, in the simple, normal fashion she preferred.He watched her hips swaying in a sexy fashion as she disappeared into the bathroom and then allowed his mind to drift off into other erotic fantasies while he listened to the sound of the running water.Melanie washed her face quickly, in the process. It passed muster.So did the mister’s dressing room. The pajamas were still folded neatly. She made the bed in the master bedroom and moved the chair back where it belonged. She was tempted to move the clothes tree from the missus’s side of the bed to stand beside the one on the mister’s, but decided that the mister could make that decision for himself. When she emptied the waste basket into the garbage bag, she was surprised to see two rubbers and their wrappers. Who would have thought he had. On the way out, they had to go through the club, which was very disturbing for Adam. In one end there was a woman whipping a man who was chained up to the wall. Another corner had a man crying from a crib. There were people getting tattoo's, eyebrows pierced, and tongues pierced. "How do people live like this?" Adam asked Roger. "Apparently the same as we do, just at a much different level," Roger replied. "Do you think the information we got from Luther was worth the trouble?" Roger asked. "I. He was very intelligent and was a good judge of character. I was hoping that he would dismiss my suspicions and reassure me that Monique was not ‘doing the business’. ‘That doesn’t sound right man. Monique is a walking wet dream, and I’m sure she’s getting it from somewhere.’ He said, ‘If you want, I could do some PI work for you. Really get down to the bottom of this…. no pressure pal’ I didn’t like the idea of digging up Monique’s past and I certainly didn’t like the idea of having my best.