It got bigger than that, and I started to shudder and moan. “You like that, slut?” “Yes, Sir!” I heard him spit and then he wiped his saliva a...ross my face. The spit combined with my sweat was probably making my makeup run like crazy. “Don’t you dare let your voice crack, we’re nowhere near done!” He kept pumping for a few more minutes until it was bigger than anything I had ever taken. I was moaning uncontrollably and had given up standing altogether, but I was still hanging from the ceiling.. There was little I could do yet the idea of not being there was unacceptable. I talked to Diane, not about the case and the possible charges Terry would face. Even now my training and knowledge of Judges Rules prevented me from going there as eventually Diane may have to give evidence. In the UK a wife could not be compelled to give evidence against her husband, but I believed she would if that was the only charge we could make. I hoped that Bob would find evidence of other crimes, then he. Who are to be the Constables?" He asked me."I will be one. There will be three more Constables, and 4 Deputy Constables. We foresee it as a part-time job, but I intend to train them in some techniques used to capture prisoners. My father taught me how the law works," I told him, "and we don't intend to simply shoot offenders, unless they give us no choice." How will you identify yourselves," the judge asked."I am going to get some badges struck, and I am going to buy some law enforcement. "Dad was in India just after the War, and he always complains that Mum can't get the real thing when she cooks him a curry! If we take him these as a present, he won't get so jealous when we describe going to the curry house." Mum may just throw them straight in the bin as unhygienic!" They will be fine once we've deepfried them, that will kill off any bugs! I just won't explain exactly where they came from. What she doesn't know won't hurt her!" Then there's an awful lot that we don't want her.