MICHAELWe sit around the table, James and I, Richard and Will.Will, sighing, says "As you know, since it is clear that something in Charlotte´s family history, relates to Lawrence Klempner and this current situation, I´ve had good reason to be able to investigate old records which might otherwise not be deemed relevant, that I could not otherwise justify assigning resources to. You know about the first part, when, at Michael´s request, I had her birth certificate located, along with her parents´ marriage certificate. And now, with Corby identified, I have more of a free hand. It was difficult before, simply not knowing who could be trusted...""What makes you think he was their only informer?" asks Richard."Because, having identified him, with the benefit of hindsight, all the information we know to have leaked out, including how they knew you were here, can be traced back to some connection with him...""How did he know we here?" demands Richard."He was there in the af

CHARLOTTEPropelled back inside by my captors to the large central room, a gun is trained on me, and my arms gripped at either side, before they release me, to stand in the centre of the room. Klempner nods at one of his hoods. "Get the other one." Beth is all but dragged into the room. I don´t think she can stand without support, and released, she drops to her hands and knees, sobbing and shaking.It´s up to me then...How much time can I buy?Klempner glances down at Beth and seems to dismiss her. She´s not doing anything interesting; not entertaining him.Trying not to be obvious about it, I glance around the windows, but all I see is darkness.Where are they?Klempner stands close to me; too close, crowding me. I scent him, his breath, his sweat. His smile is cold; his pupils, wide.Oh, he´s enjoying this.And I´m supposed to be intimidated...Fuck that..."So, what´s next?" I demand, keeping my voice loud. "You rape me? Gang-bang me? You think I can´t han

CHARLOTTEHe just lies there, eyes closed, unconscious.He´s normally so alive. Everything about him is alive. Even when he´s angry with me, I love it that he´s always on the move, in motion; thinking, talking, being him. To see him like this, so reduced...Please don´t leave me. Please...I miss you. Wake up, Master. Come back to me...Please wake up.-----"Would it help to hear our voices?" I ask the doctor. "Can he hear our voices?"The doctor shrugs. "We don´t know. Odd things happen in these cases. People who we believe are deeply unconscious, later report hearing conversations around them."Perhaps I could read to him?"It can´t do any harm."-----I sit in the armchair by his side, reading aloud from ... I struggled to choose what book to read to him, since it occurred to me, belatedly, that I have no idea what my Master reads for pleasure.I try to choose something classic instead, something appropriate; but ´Wuthering Heights´, with Cathy, Heathc

CHARLOTTEMichael finger-fucking me from behind, my breath judders as I dip into the water jug by the side of the bed, wetting the pads of my fingers to tweak my nipples hard. They crinkle to tight nubs, and I raise my arms skywards to lift my breasts, displaying them to best effect. My hair, long and loose, cascades to my waist, but Michael sweeps it back over my shoulders, clearing the view for my Master.Fingers rubbing hard at my g-spot, a thumb working into my ass, I´m close to coming. I want to come. I want my Master to be able to watch me come. Flushed and sweating, I drop a hand to my clit, then use the other to stretch my lips apart, opening myself fully. Rubbing and working the tip of my bud, I find just the spot where...My pussy tenses, coils and trembles. Streaming hot inside my thighs, my sex shudders and quivers as my climax builds. Watching me, mesmerised, my Master follows my every move until, suppressing my urge to scream, I come...Shaking and bucking, I migh

CHARLOTTEMichael´s head swivels to me, but he doesn´t speak."So, you went back because they were paying you again?" says Klempner, still looking confused."No, they weren´t paying me. I went back because I wanted more of it. And later, I realised ... I wanted them.""You wanted them? Or you´d fallen in love with them?""Yes.""Both of them?""Yes, in different ways.""You didn´t choose between them? They didn´t try to make you choose?""Choose? Why would I choose? I love them both. They both love me. They get on together. Why should I choose?"Michael breaks in. "That´s what happened, isn´t it? With you and Conners. You both fell in love with Charlotte´s mother, and you made her choose between you. She chose Conners. And you murdered him for it, and took revenge on her."My heart pounding... Of course, that´s it... It´s so obvious when someone else sees it first.My Golden Lover. You see it every time, don´t you...Klempner´s face is a study in ... what? Reg