presenting a trim physique and a throbbing erection. Amanda dropped her belongings on the floor, wiggled her shoulders, and let the little dress fall off, revealing 11 breasts and a finely crafted body. She kicked the dress out of the way and stood there, wearing only black stockings and a black garter belt.

“Hello, sailor,” she said, and went to him.

Late Sunday evening, they sat propped up in bed, naked, next to the remains of a room service dinner on a tray. Henry dozed lightly while Amanda watched yet another of his endless collection of erotic Scandinavian videotapes. Henry he a little man in Stockholm who sent them to the Trent whenever he was in New York. Amanda loved them.

This one was particularly intriguing, she thought, glancing at Henry. Poor baby, she had given him a real workout for the whole weekend. He deserved his rest; still … She reached for his penis and began kneading it gently. A small smile appeared on his sleeping face.

“We’ve just time for one more round, sweetie,” she said.

Henry didn’t open his eyes. “If I can,” he whimpered.

Amanda rearranged herself slightly, then bent over and took his penis into her mouth. Henry gave a little groan and began to respond.

At that moment, the doors to the suite’s bedroom burst open with a bang, and the room was filled with light.

“Over here, Amanda!” a man’s voice shouted as a flashbulb went off.

Amanda sat straight up in bed, her mouth open, her eyes wide. Her left hand still rested on Henry’s penis. “What?!” she screamed. There were all sorts of lights, those that flashed and those that burned steadily.

“Get out!” Amanda screamed, shaking a fist at the lights.

Henry sat frozen, dumbfounded.

“Just one more, Amanda!” the man’s voice shouted.

Amanda picked up a heavy clock from he bedside table and threw it at the light as Henry suddenly came to life. He started toward the intruders, but the bedroom doors were slammed in his face. He threw his shoulder against them,” then howled in pain.

Amanda did what she most wanted to do in the world: she screamed.

An hour later, fully dressed but still trembling, Amanda fled the hotel, got into the back of the Cadillac, and was driven home. She looked over her shoulder but saw no witness to her leaving. She was in control again, and she had begun to assess the damage. It promised to be considerable.

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man da walked into the office suite of her penthouse, dressed in her standard uniform of Chanel suit, Ferragamo shoes, plain gold jewelry, and a gold Cartier Panther wristwatch and bracelet.