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Ramage drew herself up to her full height and put her not inconsiderable weight behind a punch that connected with my jaw and knocked the chair over, with me strapped into it. "Perhaps he wants someone else killed," I said. "I've had enough trouble from that quarter to last me a lifetime," Mrs. "It's coming from Leonard's room," Kennington said, checking the panel of lights above the door. "For God's sake!" she said, showering my face in saliva. "Where's that film, Kennington? Haven't you found it?" "Let them get their own bloody tea for once," she muttered. He's been nothing but trouble in this house since he arrived, breaking the rules, flouting traditions-" "The only one that's going to get stretched belongs to Charlie Meeks. "Why did you want to go sticking your nose in? We sort things out our own way in this country." Ramage was working herself into a fury her face, twisted with emotion, was haggard and even uglier than usual. So Sir James was behind the arrest of Charlie Meeksbut I still didn't understand why it was the footman who was being framed for the crime.
"I should bloody well hope so, too, Kennington, the amount Sir James has paid you to sort this out." Thank goodness we can rely on the police." Things are going to change round here again. But with you and Meeks out of the way, Drekeham Hall can run smoothly again. "And we don't like stupid young men who get ideas above their station and rock the boat. "You saw how well we treated him, didn't you? Dirty little spy. "Perhaps you'd like to join Meeks in the cells," Kennington said, leering in my face. Mitchell, I'm afraid your friend will be of little use to you now. He will have found him by now and he'll soon send him packing. I coughed and choked, but I could breathe again. Just as I started feeling faint, Kennington removed his hand, laughing like a cruel boy torturing a puppy. I was really struggling now, desperate to draw air. How stupid of you to try and interfere in what doesn't concern you." I leave you in Sergeant Kennington's capable hands.
"Perhaps it would be best to just get you out of the way right now. "You've been nothing but trouble since you arrived," Mrs. This was obviously his idea of fun, and while I'm not averse to a little friendly bondage, this was out of my league. She wasn't kidding Kennington held his huge hand over my face, preventing me from breathing, while he continued to squeeze my nuts. Ramage said, "Kennington here will quite happily throttle you." I drew breath to reply, but was immediately cut off by Kennington's hand over my mouth and nose. It was Morgan, of course, who I knew would be running around the grounds like an excited retriever, trying to find me. It was distant, possibly on the other side of the house-but it was perfectly audible. Right on cue, a voice from the outside world penetrated the window. "Nothing would surprise me in Drekeham Hall, Mrs. "You don't imagine, do you, that your position as a guest in this house would protect you? Not after all that's happened." As long as he could be distracted by my prick, then my hidden treasure might remain inviolate. I remembered from Kennington's conversation with Piggott in the police station that he had availed himself of his subordinate's huge, clublike prick perhaps I could count on the sergeant's hungry ass to keep him well away from mine. Much as this hurt, it suddenly gave me hope. "We'll see about that," he said, squeezing my balls unpleasantly hard. "I haven't got anything you want," I said, struggling with Kennington's brutal investigation of my pants. Ramage said, her face a mask of hostility. "It would make life so much easier if you would just give us what we want," Mrs. Ramage's dresser and proceeded to tie my ankles to the chair legs. "Can't have you assaulting a police officer." And so he grabbed a couple of hand towels that were hanging on Mrs.
"That was stupid, sir," he said, with oozing sarcasm. Fighting for breath, I kicked him in the shins. In order to feel around in my pants, he pushed his forearm against my windpipe and forced my head back, tilting the chair while rummaging around my nether regions. He pushed and pulled me so that the handcuffs cut into my knuckles when searching my shirt pocket, he pinched and twisted my tits. Kennington lacked the gentle touch, and I well knew that he had a sadistic streak. Now all I had to do was keep Kennington from looking up there. It had hurt, as it was both an awkward shape and unlubricated, but that's never stopped me before. Fortunately, I had taken the opportunity while we were tussling in the darkroom to slip the roll of film into a secret compartment, namely, my asshole. The handsome, cold-eyed policeman grinned wolfishly and started feeling around in my pockets.
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