You're both going to give me your identifications, carkeys, wallets, whatever else you are holding. That way, you can't runaway. Then we're going to...your apartment to collect my suitcase." And if we refuse?" asked Mandi cautiously.The woman smiled a bitter smile. Both William and Mandi got the message.William nodded his head. "All right."A moment later, they handed over their identifications and wallets andwalked outside with the woman. When they stepped to the curb, a blackcar appeared. . That would show her.The workshop was a cluttered affair. There were several rough tables and workbenches scattered throughout the room. A variety of dildos in various shapes and styles covered one table, all in different stages of shaping, some rough phallus, others nearly polished smooth. Tools for woodworking, hanging from hooks, covered one wall. Everyone looked precisely in place. There was a wooden man, joints articulated, lay slumped in the corner, somehow propped up. Other objects of. ’ ‘We are agents of the Royal Navy my good man. Do you really want to play games with us?’ Maynard asked in a threatening tone. ‘I play no games, but I am a profiteer and information doesn’t come at a cheap price, no matter who a person is,’ Finch replied coolly. Maynard sighed and looked over to Jack. Jack for a moment was surprised the man was actually consulting him about something. He hid his surprise and nodded in agreement. Maynard looked back at the man and pulled out a satchel of coins. I crossedto her and kissed her gently, feeling her breast through the silk andsqueezing her buttock with the other hand. She was now completely relaxedand trusting allowing me the complete freedom of her body. I sat her beside me at the low table and began to feed her morsels ofsmoked salmon on dry crackers. She had never had caviar of which I hadordered a silver dish on a mound of crushed ice and I poured her ice coldvodka to accompany it. We ate very sparingly, feeding each other.