And she couldn't laugh. This was exactly what she knew she deserved. All she could do was wait in the dark and see what her brother and his friends ha...d in store for her tonight. There were six cars in the driveway and who knows how many guys (and girls?) came in each. Her mind flooded with visions of big, throbbing cocks pointing their diripping grins at her. Totally aware but completely out of control, she was brought back to her senses by a noise behind her and a strong pull on the leash. She. The first thing that happens when you get to work is Queeny Bitch inspects you. You stand with your hands on your head as she walks around and around, fondling and groping and tutting and sighing and sliding stiff fingers into your showerhead cunny and wiggling your princess plug and then standing before you and placing cunty-juice drippy fingers on your lips. But you're not to lick or suckle them; you're to shush even when she asks whether you've been organisming, and then you just have to. Erin performed the introductions of the now standing men,"Cerise, this is Hezbadiah "Aggy" McCock, soon to be Baron Montrose, and this is his aide, Evan Evans, third son of Curragh. Gentlemen, Cerise, Dowager Marchioness of Claigh Valley."The men's eyebrows were raised quizzically as neither had heard of the demise of the Marquis. Cerise shook their hand and stepped back to offer the explanation,"He was as drunk as a Lord, and slipped coming down the steps from a male brothel. Broke his neck;. He went to the staff canteen to look for certain constables who did a lot of inquiries through road patrols. The ones he thought were best at this were fortunately sitting there, having their break before going out on another patrol.“Fred and Gavin: just the men I was looking for!”“What are you after, Sarge? We are due to be out in a few minutes, so we can’t do any job for you just now.”“No, no. I just want you to do some thinking. If you were trying to stash a stolen Range Rover, where would.