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all
right. We're behind some bushes in a neglected part of the garden.
Follow me.'
    She didn't
need telling. There was no way she was going to stay there alone.
It was definitely creepy. She almost expected to come across Count
Dracula's tomb, and she didn't have a wooden stake or a crucifix
anywhere about her person. Arlene, she whimpered inside, I wish you
were here. I don't think I want to be a reporter after all.
    Will was ahead
and she kept her eye on him. He parted the last screen of tangled
greenery. A bramble whipped back, catching in Julia's skirt. She
tugged. It resisted. She heard the material tear.
    'I've just
ruined my new dress,' she grumbled, feeling the ripped fabric fall
away from her right thigh and trying to hold it together with one
hand.
    'Shut up,' he
growled. 'We've been lucky so far. Keep your eyes skinned for the
bodyguards.'
    All was quiet
and they tiptoed from their hiding place. Will skirted the
overgrown kitchen garden, getting ever nearer to the house. It was
illumined by a great sweep of arc lights. They could hear noises
now from the terrace at the rear, laughter, splashing, and the
heady beat of the salsa.
    Will was like
a bloodhound on the scent. Julia could feel the tension in him and
her own excitement escalated. She could do it, after all. She had
the instincts of a sleuth that would make her into a top-grade
journalist. She saw that Will had his camera at the ready, holding
it like a weapon. She got hers out, priming it. It was smaller than
Will's, but powerful. If he didn't get pictures, then she certainly
would.
    They crept
past a large greenhouse, and reached a hedge which separated them
from the main terrace. A kidney-shaped swimming pool lit up from
inside, lay there like a blue lagoon. There was a paved area with
tubs of flowers, sun-loungers, ironwork chairs and round tables.
Julia could see figures by the pool - a naked woman sprawled on her
back on the tiles, and a muscular black man with a shaven head,
also naked.
    Fascinated by
what they were doing, Julia edged closer, forgetting Will and their
mission. Now a rhododendron in full bloom concealed her. 'It's
her,' Will's voice grated in her ear. 'That's Theona, and he's her
trainer.'
    He had his
camera aimed in their direction. Julia heard the whirr as he took
picture after picture. She could hardly think, every nerve and
sense concentrated on Theona and her lover. His cock was huge,
rising from a tangle of black hair, long, thick and skyward
pointing. She envied Theona, who fastened her hand around this
monumental object, her fingers unable to circle the girth. It
looked deep purple in colour from that distance, and the
mushroom-like dome shone.
    Julia slipped
a hand down to her quim, unable to resist pressing her gusset
against her wet and aching clit. It throbbed through the delicate
material and she passed her finger over it. She couldn't stop
looking at the man's weapon, wondering how a thing that size could
possibly be inserted in a woman's tender channel. Theona chuckled,
pulled back his foreskin even further and slowly moved her head
towards his crotch. Julia saw her tongue gliding round it, her lips
kissing, and then she gradually took it into her mouth, sinking
down till her nose was pressed against his wiry pubes.
    She'd surely
choke, Julia thought. But no, Theona's capacity seemed to be
endless, her throat accustomed to such an activity. And Julia
passed her tongue over her own lips, imagining what it would feel
like to have her mouth plugged by such a big cock.
    The man
laughed, deep in his chest, and raising one broad hand, slapped
Theona on her bare buttocks. His baritone voice boomed across the
terrace, 'You dirty bitch. You need to be punished. What are
you?'
    'I'm a dirty
bitch, Gus - a bad girl,' Theona retorted gleefully, and leapt up.
With a hand pressed into the small of her back he propelled her
across the terrace and they disappeared inside the house.
    Beside herself
with frustrated lust and curiosity,