I didn’t find this out until we were sat in the lounge, having a drink after Hannah had taken Claire out for a drink and some ‘exhibitioning’, a... she put it. Basically, that meant Claire wearing her collar and exposing herself to others, or have men or women finger her while Hannah held her hands behind her back. Claire was already flustered when Hannah led her into the lounge on a leash, but she gave me a curious look as I sat reading. Once I’d gotten them both a drink, Hannah told me that. The Succubus retracted its tongue and took off into the shadows."Paul, you okay?" Kelly asked as Christine got the image of a woman in her mind."Depends on how Paul takes it." Christine said as Paul suddenly felt like he was sitting on a pillow instead of the hard ground. As he got up he felt an absence between his legs and noted that his shirt clung to him like a second skin as a pair of breasts stretched against it."We have to stop it." Paul said in a high pitch voice while brushing his now. Spencer takes the note. The waiter leaves to get their coffee. “What does it say?” Sam asks, looking at Spencer and then back to where the man is sitting, but she finds the seat empty. “He’s gone.”Spencer looks up at his partner. “He was here before we arrived and left just before the waiter came over,” he informs her. “He wants to meet us. He says that he has some information that we may be interested in.”“That’s can’t be Maykov already,” Sam remarks.“Yeah, I doubt it,” Spencer agrees. “I’m. . I shuddered and gaged a little. Just as I were about to turn away, he groaned my name. "Naomi..." I froze dead in my tracks. He couldn't have possibly seen me by the door so why did he say my name? No... He was masturbating over the thought of me? No, he couldn't have. Maybe I just misheard what he said. I mean, I'm his daughter for Christ's sake... I couldn't bare to watch any longer, so I slowly walked off. As I took a step the floor creaked. I stopped in my cracks and cringed. "Naomi?" My.