He was hiding behind his camouflage of domestic bliss, but he was stalking the blonde, probably stripping her with his eyes and wondering what it woul... be like to peel that T-shirt off the mounds of her breasts and plant his lips over the nipples and ... and... Little did he know but the stalker was being stalked.The four of us must have looked comical as we followed each other around the store, a couple of perverts and their unwitting victims. I had taken up residence behind the couple because. In a private room to the side Anne, Andrew and I went through the papers we had brought one by one.Then we went through the Harrisburg report. The reason being the first few pages continued the little white lie with a time line with more redacted black ink than visible white paper.There were dates for the calls to the tip line; the interview session was all blacked out. The placement of the FBI ladies in the establishment and fake reports from those ladies - right up to the last day - were. Until then the mohair would have control over the person. Morphing into whatever the person was thinking.At that moment I was going to say something but as my mouth opened, the thought of how the mohair would taste entered my mind. I then felt the yarn enter my mouth and circle around my tongue. This caused me to think about a gag, which was then instantly made in my mouth. I now couldn't speak with a mouth full of mohair yarn.This stuff was really alive and scary. Lisa told me to control my. Peter and Gareth look at each other and shrug their shoulders, count their money and leave.Later at the house, a party is in full swing, at least 10 couples and several single males are enjoying the free flowing drink and music. Then someone announce its time to take bid to open the box. Everybody gathers round the crate. The man in charge says "you all know why you're here, in this crate is a real living sex doll, which will do whatever you tell her to!" "We are going to start the bids at £50.