It confirmed to Sally just what Angie wanted. She wanted her pussy lips rubbed. She wanted finger sex.To test her theory Sally demanded, "If you want ...inger sex you must first have three more strokes of the cane. Do you want that Angie!"It took a few moments for Angie to get her mind set straight but she knew she wanted finger sex, now it was offered. All the other ladies were closer to her own age and were happy to go to bed and even spend the night after disciplining her. She could hardly do. Never women,” the girl wept.A light dawned on me, and I gave her a quick kiss before heading toward the recycler. I was too late, though. Three bodies, not two, were dumped into the recycler, angering me more than I had been since my extraction. This man, who was supposed to be my mentor and boss while I learned the ropes of the Civil Service and its duties, had violated the rules and regulations, the very spirit of what the Civil Service was about. He had essentially murdered a male concubine,. And I was upside down, seat-belted in. Unlike in your typical movie, the car didn't explode or even catch fire; the engine just stopped. Then she saw that I was covered in blood, was wearing no shirt, and most importantly (from her point of view) was in handcuffs.When she told the ambulance crew about the handcuffs, they decided to put in an IV while I was still unconscious in the car, and wait for the police.The police came and roared by, with fire trucks on their tail, on the way to the house. “I have decided to stop my mourning and get back to the real world. To begin living life again.”She took off her sunglasses and looked at me in a way that I didn’t understand. It was almost a predatory look, as if I was a mouse being stalked by a cat. I know, I know; sounds dumb, but that was just the way I felt about it.We arrived at the house (dare I call it an estate!) The sales agent met us and we did the walk through. Lily and I actually spotted about a half-dozen issues in the house that.