"Would you please repeat that?" I said I saw your friend alive and well ten weeks ago in Africa. In Zambekia to be precise. She is there fighting for ...he Liberation Front" Is that what that bunch of murdering thugs call themselves? My darling hated those people. She wrote to me every day and told me loads of things about them - how she hated them and all they stood for. I don't believe she would ever join up with them - never in this world would she! You can see some of her letters, if you. ‘Everything you need to change into is here,’ he said, before making to leave.He stood for a moment at the door, regarding me. I locked eyes with him and slowly began taking off my belt. Only after I’d dropped my jeans and was easing my boxers down did he back out, but I caught him licking his lips.He was right – everything I needed WAS in the room. I quickly stripped off all my clothes and folded them neatly. Hanging on a hook was a leather slave harness – the kind designed to restrict. Logan got angry at this point, “What the hell is going on here? You claim you aren’t implying anything, but I do not like what I am hearing coming out your mouth.” Detective Lawrence remained calm, “Alright I am going to be straight forward, your wife is a possible suspect for the attempted rape of your daughter.” Mrs. Logan went white, Mrs. Logan’s face went red with anger, but it was Sergeant Lomack who spoke up, “Now wait just one moment Detective, you did not say. You can strip down there and you’ll find a bathrobe hanging in the closet.”Jess led her through the kitchen to our bedroom around the corner. I waited patiently where I was.Five minutes later, Emma returned in the fluffy white robe. She was blushing furiously and holding the bathrobe tightly closed but she was quite a bit larger than Jess and the robe wouldn’t quite cover her whole body. Her cleavage was peeking through the front, and her smooth legs showed as she walked. Her black hair looked.