.. Shaking my head to clear my fuzzy brain I fought against the drug. I should know. The stretching instrument was withdrawn, a hand entered my cunt, ...nother pressed against my belly.Gynaecologist. Suddenly it made sense. It had felt different because I was on all fours and not in a chair. Why hadn't he told me? But he didn't have to. For two years and a day I was his property.Silently, head hanging low, I endured the rest of the procedure. It was distressing, he wasn't exactly gentle, and it. Realizing, how dumb I looked, I tore off my tee shirt, and ripped off my bra, totally exposing my perfect breasts. Brandon noticed, and stared. I giggled, and pulled him close. As we kissed passionatly, I took his shirt off. Breaking the kiss, Brandon leaned down and kissed both of my nipples. He pushed me back, taking the top for himself. He made a small trail of kisses down my stomach until he reached the top of my pants. He looked up at me with a look of pleading. Brandon looked just like a. And ... the possible political ramifications for statehood.For the first time, all three saloons shut down their operations until further notice. Respect. Caution. Fear.But that wouldn’t necessarily stop the killings. All four had occurred after hours. And the prostitutes were still living upstairs in the brothels.For us, for law enforcement, we needed to do something different. Cayuse and I talked things over with Autry. I agreed with his assessment — after the Osgood Palace had been hit twice. Opting for walking around in silence. Not that anyone seemed too noticed anyway due to her shape which worked in her advantage in hiding it. Even her mother never seemed to see what was right there although that was more a result of her barely seeing her mother.Ever since her father had passed away due to cancer, Danny had been responsible for getting herself up and out of the house and on to school. Her mom, was a doctor at the local hospital ER who worked nights. Most weeks she worked six.