“Somewhere across the sea ... but I don’t know which sea.”“East,” Sarlo said. “East and south. I couldn’t tell you more without going my...elf.”“There,” Yelena said. “Sarlo’s a Seeker. When I need to locate something, I send him. That’s the true strength of a warden—your bondmates. They augment your strengths and compensate for your weaknesses. I’m a scholar myself, not a warrior, so I depend on Sarlo and my wife, Venni, to act as my hands. The others each have their own roles. Your friend Bishop. .. like my neglected pussy.“Oh Fuck” I exclaimed as my jeans were unbuttoned and dropped from behind. I recognized Callum’s large sure hands. I was too surprised and excited to be angry.I gripped the nearest shelf to steady myself but it was swaying, despite its heavy stacks of red bound, gold spined periodicals. Oh shit I thought my old red knickers. A personal comfortable favourite but well worn and a bit loose and fraying. Callum didn’t care about my old knickers; he had my arse cheeks. At least, worthy of a covert peek to those that had any interest in such things when push came to shove. A heavy knock on the door disturbed her excitement and she rushed downstairs to answer the door completely forgetting the inappropriate wearing of a teenager’s cheerleading costume in the middle of the day. The door was wide open revealing the middle-aged assistant principal Jonas Fluffworthy in his professional three-piece suit and an official clipboard of the type that made poor Gertie. "If you girls wouldn't mind giving us the couch," Julie suggested to Sue and Gail, who quickly scrambled to find seats on the floor. "All right? Showtime!"I'd had Julie summon the dolls to avoid the whole "master" business, which might interfere with my plan of giving Andrea and Shelly a sneak peek at what might have happened that night seventeen years ago. 'Showtime' was her code word for action, and the two girls started in immediately. As Julie had instructed, the two girls were oblivious to.