I am wary of alcohol. I never use it when I am working – which of course is most of the time – since my methods need a precise understanding of th...e responses of my subject. On this occasion, though, the cellar at Highgate was without an occupant and so I felt able to accept his offer. He nodded approvingly at my choice of Highland Park, a single malt whisky, and decided to join me."How is your work going?" I asked, as much to break the ice as from any real interest."There has been some. " her voice, despite her name, was northern British – Geordie, I thought. Was her name supposed to mean something to me? I cocked my head and raised an eyebrow."I understand," she went on, "that you're on your way back to Britain?" We are," I admitted, "sometime in the next few days." I recently ferried a yacht across here and was going to get a flight back, but when I heard about you I wondered if I could take passage with you? I could make myself useful..." I have a crew," I said.She looked. Strangely X still had not said a word or made any attempt to prevent any of my progresses.I then started slowly to hold her closer, kiss her gently, place my tongue in her mouth, and move it in and out ( like the actions of a well trained penis)Still no comment, so again with a heart of strength I placed my hand on her knee and started to stroke her leg finally going higher and higher expecting to find some undergarment, but no straight to a natural and hairy spot high up between her legs.On. Her collar was attached to a leash in the hand of the female prison guard with an unusually large and protruding ass. Whenever an officer passed them, she was jerked to her knees and instructed to keep her head down. At the end of the corridor, there was a bench outside an unmarked office door. Standing next to the bench, a young girl faced the wall. The sounds of her continuous sobbing and pain riddled groans and whimpers was most unnerving to Olga. The sight of her tattered ass cheeks.