Private Collection: Black Lace Classics
The chauffeur stood still for a moment, then moved his broad hand up towards the button on his tight uniform jacket. His voice was low and hypnotic.
‘I can give you anything you want, Francesca,’ he whispered. ‘And I think I know what you want.’
When Francesca Leeman is invited to catalogue a private collection of priceless erotica, she finds her new acquaintances cultured, fascinating – and intense...
The chauffeur stood still for a moment, then moved his broad hand up towards the button on his tight uniform jacket. His voice was low and hypnotic.
‘I can give you anything you want, Francesca,’ he whispered. ‘And I think I know what you want.’
When Francesca Leeman is invited to catalogue a private collection of priceless erotica, she finds her new acquaintances cultured, fascinating – and intense...
