Suits ... Goddamn! I swear those suits took several bolts of broadcloth and they still had suspicious bulges in the underarm area ... said, “Youse g...ys Okay? The boss wants to know.”Right away I knew we were dealing with the blind. Any man who called Rachael a ‘guy’ had to have considerably less than 20-20 vision.The other Suit and bulges was looking over the rear of the Caddy and the front of the Celica. He shook his head and began the trek back up the side of the limo. I assume a window. If you send them to me, and if we agree, and if they're discreet, we might put them up on our page if you'd like..?" I said as I looked over my shoulder."Yeah, private. And, posting should be okay. I'll check the photos first and send the discreet ones to you, okay," he said. And I noticed his phone was already out.He saw what I was looking at at smiled not at all self-consciously "yeah, I'll send the video, too," he winked.I turned back around and reached back and spread my cheeks with both. He turned to look up there and saw her with, of all things, a high-powered rifle in her hands and trained on the door. He'd have to talk to her later about that. Taking a deep breath, Ken opened the door to find a tall, very thin, very old man standing there with a large briefcase."Good evening, Mr. Whitestone," he said. "My name is Gorden O'Donnell. May I come it?"The man had a faint Irish lilt to his voice, and at his age didn't even remotely resemble a threat. What's more, he actually felt. Sie dachte an ihre ehemaligeHerrin, dachte an die Nacht in dem weichen Bett, zugedeckt von jungen Leibernund der behutsamen und beh?tenden Dominanz ihrer damaligen Herrin, die sie nieso behandelt hatte, sie dachte daran, wie tief sie heruntergekommen war. Claire sp?rte eine eisigeHitze in ihr aufsteigen, aus ihrem Scho? pulsierend, sie sp?rte einen H?hepunktder Verzweiflung und der Lust, der Erniedrigung, der Sehnsucht, des Verlangens.All dies ?berkam sie, wusch alles andere beiseite, lie? sie.