A guard grabbed my hand and pulled me down. He then led me over to the woman and man who smiled.She said something that I didn’t understand. The man... had a metal ring that he put around my neck and shut close. Then he knotted a rope to it and lead the way to a wagon drawn by two beautiful white horses. I followed like a dog on its leash.When we arrived at the villa after a few days travel I was ushered into the slave quarters where an older woman bathed and dressed me. She tried to speak to me. The thought a whole week of me and aunty Jill was really turning me on, the next day she picked me up she had on a pink top with blue tight jeans her body was so curvy her body was an hour glass figure and her bum was so tight as I and t hug her she bent down to hug me my face was rite in her cleavage it was so warm.After my mum and aunt chated for a bit I put my bags in the car I got in the frount seat and waited for jill after five mins she got in and we was off , on the way she asked how I. He went to the front desk instead, asked the man at the desk, a Mr. Tyler, to see the card of the woman who had just gotten into the elevator. He was momentarily grateful to his father again, his father for making it so that you couldn’t get passed the front desk without handing over your driver’s license; his father who owned this building, so that Phillip could just walk up to the desk, ask and receive. Mr. Tyler handed over the card with nothing more than, ?Of course, sir.?Phillip looked at. Royal Canadian Mounted Police, Corner Brook DetachmentDetective-Sergeant Mark Benoit sighed as he took a sip of bad coffeefrom his mug and watched the man nervously shifting in his chair in theinterview room on the closed-circuit monitor. It had been several hourssince Constable McHugh had brought this man, Tony Bedford, to thedetachment. What had started off as a traffic violation for speeding hadskyrocketed into...well, he wasn't quite sure what he had yet. Picking upthe Constable's report,.