Dolls. All of them were dolls. Female. Poised. Perfect.I did not know where that thought came from, but it felt right.I only stopped running as I came...face to face with the main entrance ofthe manor. Solid oak doors, twice the size they used to be, stood in myway. I tried to reach for them, but couldn't. My arms didn't budge alittle. Still clutching the folder to my chest. Looking down, I sawporcelain hands.My thoughts interrupted as the doors opened. Dolls, dressed as maids,beckoned me in. The. All the men would undress and every man was big and very hard and upright. I would serve the drinks, and pick one to fuck me, and order the other two to masturbate and watch me having sex, readying themselves to take over from the guy fucking me, I must confess, this was my favourite.3. Another would place me in Tesco's supermarket and I would spot a man 'Upskirting' a woman, that excited me as I surmised the pleasure he got from seeing the women and recording them so intimately. I would make. To never make any decisions, to not have to bother about anything. She found herself looking at the card more and more. She needed to talk to him she decided touching the name on her breast, the marks still distinct and red, would he answer if she called the number and a voice in her head said cherry doesn’t know who her master or mistress will be cherry only serves. A mistress!!!!! She thought a flush creeping up her cheeks, she giggled nervously as she thought of kneeling humbly before a. The chief agreed and hung up the phone. The Police Headquarters had a flaw: there was no garage to drive into, and we’d have to transfer Bounel from the van, meaning we’d have to be outside, even if just for a few seconds. Anyone watching would see us, and since the Oldeeds assassination I had a most very healthy fear of snipers… Part 19 – The Bounel Inquisition We drove into the garage that led to the basement of the County Courthouse. This was how perps were transferred from the County Jail.