She was devious enough to surmise several of her most vocal critics were a little too vehement in their denunciations. Her suspicions were sufficientl... aroused to sense an ulterior motive to their repeated accusations and protestations of their own loyalty to the Regime in Saigon.Frenchie, in her own logical manner, was able to equate the constant suggestion of her non-existent political deviancy as an attack on her absent mother, her unknown father, and her questionable right to. My broken wrist exploded in pain. I had manacles on my ankles, my wrists restraints connected to the ankles manacles by another chain. I shuddered and moaned into my gag, tears flowing out of my eyes as I fought against the pain.I looked around my cell once the pain had subsided. I was in a jail cell in the Seattle Police Department. One of Mark's bodyguards—draped in the slutty, disgusting parody of a cop's uniform—watched me. The poor woman was one of Mark's slaves, his choker tight about her. “What…?” With practised ease, Mick bundled me through the heavy double doors and guided me by the elbow to the reception desk. Handcuffed and in a cop-shop? I looked to Mick for an explanation and immediately noted the wicked glint in his eye. “You fucking…” “Now, now. Be nice. You don’t want to get into any more trouble than you’re already in,” Mick said. I stared at him. He stared back with an utterly stony expression. “But I’m not in any trouble,” I hissed. Mick smirked. He definitely. " You can be candid with Mommy, Henry."Henry shrugged. "Yeah, I am." Have you had any girlfriends in school yet?" Not really." You probably wish you weren't a virgin, Henry. Isn't that right?" Margaret squirmed closer to him, resting a maternal hand on his thigh. "Do you have a lot of fantasies about fucking a woman's pussy, Henry? If you'll excuse my language." I guess." And do you masturbate a great deal when you have these fantasies?"Henry's blush grew brighter. Margaret thought she could.