"Paris is so divine."

She dropped her coat on the bed. Her voluptuous breasts, ripe melons moved loosely under a silk blouse.

"Eiffel Tower and Louvre in one day - only one task to go."

Dark nipples pointed like accusations.

"It's done," I played her the video on my phone.

Her eyes widened, "When?"

"On the crossing, it will be weeks before the body washes up"

She nodded, started to unbutton her blouse. Then the rest, as agreed.

"Please begin, I'm quite ready," she said, brown eyes locked on the whip.