Elizabeth sat down again, adjusting her torn dress to try and modestly cover her heaving bosom. She sighed heavily and she crossed her legs and folded her hands on her knee. "What are you going to do to them? Please don't hurt Maile."

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Meanwhile, Diana was on her way to the station. She had been humiliated beyond words by hands on her thighs, breasts, even inside her wet mouth. She was handcuffed and put in the back of a truck and escorted to room five. "I have a right to know what I'm charged with." she said.