There was little danger of losing them; I knew by heart the route they'd take on the journey home. Any moment, they'd leave the dual carriageway and h...ad along the narrow country lane that would twist and turn for several miles until eventually emerging on the outskirts of Little Missington.As the turnoff neared, I noticed the BMW's indicator flash through the windscreens of the intervening traffic and prepared to follow. About two miles along the lane, I'd placed a set of temporary traffic. The strange thing was despite everything being already set up at my station, they preferred to work at their own station with the controls slaved. They would not sit in the captain’s chair even when it was easier for them to do so. I guess they considered that mine, or perhaps some of it was that they didn’t want to lose time if an emergency happened and I needed to get into the captain’s chair.Melissa wasn’t as good technically as the younger two girls were, but that was more because they had. The regime master has had me under is having an efffect -- my muscles ripple when I move and I now have a six-pack which I think frames my cunt quite nicely. Anyway enough of that. I'll be in trouble if I'm not finished quickly.I'm at a bar. My master has taken me there for some abuse and humiliation. He has told me to wear a slutty dress which is very short and with cut outs in the front and back which make the straps of my g-string clearly visible. My master tells me to go to get some drinks. The Sergeant nodded and dispatched a runner to find George, before disappearing into the commander’s office.The Sergeant came out less than a minute later, beckoning us into the office while holding the door open. As we walked in, the commander, a portly middle-aged man, was walking around from behind his desk. I introduced myself as we shook hands.The commander released my hand saying, “I’m Colonel Ezra Watson. It’s a pleasure to meet you Marshal. I’ve met your Deputies who both appear.