Yanking herself free of the grasps of the two cops, Amy whirled around and took a wild kick (missing completely) at the owner of that intrusive hand, ...which turned out to be, sitting on a police bench, an older, homeless guy with a semi-toothy grin and leering eyes. “Keep your hands to yourself, you fucking, filthy homeless perv !”. Other police station regulars (call girls, drunks, gangsta's) who hadbeen watching the exchange, burst out into laughter, getting a scornful look from. Maybe he?d pull out a knife and run that down my breasts beforesinking it deep into my chest. Then he wouldn?t have to worry about me makingany noise.I finally did look when I felt a Sharpe stingingsensation ripple across my tits, he had a small whip of some sort and was usingit to punish the flesh on my chest.The pain wasn?t as bad as it had been when master?sfriend had whipped me before bedtime but it was bad enough to make want to cryout.Running the tips of his gloved hand down the inside. One of his newest slaves screams from the floor. It was not a scream of pleasure...Despite their closeness, the thought of Heather becoming his slave made him queasy. It wasn't only his own feelings for her, although that would have been enough. No, there was something in that vision that said making Heather his slave would be a bad idea. Gregg gulped nervously, considering what parts of his afternoon with Laura he wanted to share. "I ... I think we should go in..."Inside the apartment,. “I will read the doctors’ statements; about which, I am not qualified to answer questions, and believe I have time enough to take two questions on matters unrelated to La Contessa’s condition.” He tapped the cards into alignment and read from them.“Contessa Helena de San Finzione was admitted at 12:45 Hours with multiple stab wounds in the right abdominal region. She had additional wounds to the right side of her chest and a cut on the left side of her neck.“The cut on her neck was deemed.