I was advised to leave that one well alone. This would only have given me a two-year sentence at most, anyway, and I had already served more than that... The aftermaths of the controversial trials of the Guildford Four and the Birmingham Six were still rumbling on. The courts were under a siege of appeals. I held up little hope for mine.Felicity dug in tenaciously, and eventually, to my surprise, the wheels of justice ground in my direction, but before the appeal was heard and my sentence. Clare was being considerate.)"I'll put you through to his Secretary. Hold please." Good afternoon, Wilma Cartwright speaking, Can I help you?" My name is Clare Gillard and I need to speak to either Sir Peter or Lady Valerie as a matter of urgency and I don't have their private com." I'm sorry neither of them is in the office at present. I'll transfer you to Sir Peter's Personal Assistant. Wait please while I transfer you." Good afternoon, Valmai Wilson speaking. Can I help you?" My name is. How sure he seemed of himself, she thought. How very poised for a young man, and how very handsome. She was so proud of him. She shifted her buttocks against the cushion, seeking a more comfortable position. That dream last night! That had been quite a dream -- so real! And this morning she had even awakened with her rectum feeling very sore. She supposed the soreness had something to do with the breaking of her hymen. Her vagina still ached... odd about that part of the dream, too. She felt a. .. and tomorrow... ' Bathsheba drew a long breath, her cunt hot in the latex as she watched the ginger girl torment her condemned prize and delight in the cruel pleasure of her secret.' ... tomorrow you'll be taken to Burntwood Hall, and will be displayed in the shroud, your life consumed into total and utter obedience to womanhood.' Her Mistress and the black haired girl smiled contentedly at the trickery of her words as Bathsheba jangled the harness Arne would be displayed in today. Arne's.