Nothing was beyond his reach.Currently he was the owner of a successful production company in Hollywood. He made movies and this gave him accsess to a...lot of female celebrities. He lured the stars to his office and enslaved them with the ring. Once under his control,they were helpless and obeyed him totally.Sloane had recently entranced Winona Ryder and Christina Ricci. Both actresses were now part of his private harem of sex slaves. He was going to add another celebrity to the ranks today.The. I've always wondered what it was like. You know, you hear things like that, at a movie or on television, "I love you," "I want to love you," "Let me make love to you," and they don't sound real, they sound false. I just wondered what making love really meant." But you don't wonder anymore?" No, I think I know now. But I want you to tell me what feels good to you." She rubbed her hips against him, to get his attention."You keep doing that for much longer and you won't need to be shown. Emily dashed away the tears that started to fall. It was ridiculous, she berated herself, to let thoughts of Ben affect her so much. He's the one who'd left, after all. No warning, just gone. Out of her life. And here you are, reliving memories that only remind you of how much it all hurts.She turned on some music, hoping the sound would drown out the thoughts in her head. She opted for something loud, with no words, not wanting anything to remind her of times with Ben.The phone rang as she was. It may have just been the next song on my Mother’s boombox she was using to dance to Maniac, or it may just have been in my head, but it was quite an entrance either way.She tossed her long, luxurious red hair back over her shoulder and moving in slow motion bounced into the living room. The sarong she had on was sheer and didn’t hide anything underneath and tied at her shoulder. She had a broad smile, and her tits stuck straight out on her chest like torpedos except she clearly wasn’t wearing.