She controlled Shandi, she controls everyone and there’s no way she is going to let Shandi do these things. And failing any of that, there was alway... the police I could go to. Surely what she was doing was illegal. Well drugging my husband then holding us both hostage in our own home would be a good starting point for the case against her.She pulled at my leash for me to follow her into the bathroom, ‘First you do what you have to do. Remember piggies don’t get to piss in the toilet, you can. Do you understand?" I suppose so," said Paul, who still didn't comprehend what the fuss was all about.The majority of Paul's audience with the minister was a rather bland, but it was fascinating to Paul who'd never before had a conversation of any kind with an individual who was designated as belonging to a higher status than him. In Godwin, there were no hierarchies and certainly not formal ones. It wasn't so much that everyone was considered equal: it was just that no one had any claim to be. Slowly, he moved closer to her crease, the heaven point at the crux of cheeks and thighs. He slithered his tongue into the crux, brushing the elastic and tasting it soaked with her juices. He inhaled all her aromas, pressing his lips between her cheeks. His tongue sought deeper and when he touched her anus, it flexed and she gasped.She hurriedly got on the chair on her knees, facing the back and bent down over the top of the back of the chair. Her knees were spread as wide as the chair allowed.. It felt strange to go out with just a wallet in my rear pocket. There was no room to store anything in there compared with a purse!I drove up, took the elevator up to my floor (being careful to use the 'Jason' badge, and not the 'Andrea' one), and went to get my mail. As usual, mostly junkmail, but a few interesting things to read later on.My phone message light was flashing, so I listened to my messages. One was from Steven, who asked me to come see him right away. I normally listen to my.