"I know how skeptical you are, so I brought you some pictures of some of our earlier successes." As she was talking she opened the portfolio she was...carrying and pulled out several 5x7 inch pictures. "As you can see, the before pictures show an average looking man." He had short hair, a mustache and beard. He was dressed in an pair of workout shorts and a T-shirt. There was nothing special about him. She continued as she pulled out the next picture, "This is the 'after' picture, about one. ”I quickly shake my head. “Not right now. I am more than happy making the both of you come.”A tiny yelp escapes me as I feel Bryant’s strong, lean arms wrap around my petite frame. He reels me back against him and he kisses the nape of my neck before he growls into my ear, making sure to nibble on my earlobe. I am paralyzed with arousal as I feel his slippery, erect cock rubbing against my back.“My sexy little slutty wife,” he whispers. “Lie on your back and I will ride that hot little tongue. ‘Please! No!’ Eileen cried. ‘Oh, God! Please! Please don’t do this!’ She was horrified. He was going to rape her! She couldn’t believe it! She was going to be raped by a crazy cop! ‘Please don’t!’ she groaned as he tried to work his hand between her tightly clenched legs. ‘If you don’t stop right now, I’ll scream!’ ‘Go ahead and scream, you bitch!’ Rod growled. ‘Who the fuck do you think’s gonna hear you? These places are all sound-proofed.’ Eileen didn’t know what to do. The crazed cop was had. She had never developed a fascination for blood like he had, for her it was just another means of keeping alive. She often wondered whether she should not have killed him, especially after the gruesome murders which would happen just a few years later. Of course she could not be sure whether he was Jack the Ripper especially since she had left London by then but a doubt always remained in her mind.Following the First World War, there was euphoria all across Europe. People had just survived two.