“Oui… oh… oui…”Rested on her elbows, I met her eyes, prickles of her heat on her cheeks. It did it again, pursed my lips, and took it; she ...lumped and groaned.“Ne t'arrête pas… continuez… continuez…”I caught the drama of the music, faint in the distance. Sucking on her clit, loud gasps rose capped with tiny cries. The undulating movement of her hips no impediment to my attention. I captured her clit again, flicked at it, and then eased my tongue deep into her folds. A finger inside met. He removed himself from her, took her nylons from the floor, and gagged her. The ankle shackles on the edges of the bed quickly held her legs apart. He then lotioned her body and his with baby oil, his fingers exploring her curves and penetrating her crevices of desire. Her sounds of ecstasy were getting louder, but still muffled.He took an artificial phallus from the hot water, and beginning at her mouth slowing moved it downwards. It moved past her neck, down between her breasts, and past her. The surprise at getting a phone call from an old friend wanted for murder would probably be hard to hide."I called on the pretext that I would be in town and perhaps we could catch up," Wolfgang explained. "He sounded pleased, a little curious as we hadn't spoken since my dismissal, but there was nothing out of the ordinary." So you were okay?" I asked him."It seemed so," he said. "The next day I used the library, the computer there, to check newspapers. It had been two weeks, but there was. He seemed to understand and I sensed from our conversation, he would be willing but suggested I go to the second floor and told me about a large room on the right I should go in. "Remember," he told me, "I'm telling you, don't feel any pressure when you go in. Just do whatever you're comfortable with."I thanked him for the advice and made my way upstairs. The first guy I saw as I entered the room caught my eye and I guess I caught his. He was dressed casually in a pair old jeans and a pull over.