So the adventure continues for Mila and Speelbal<br /><br />Previous chapter:&nbsp;<span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="672285528" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://www.deviantart.com/jdlong/art/Yes-Ambassador-672285528" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb ismature lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://a.deviantart.net/littags/g/n/o/jdlong.png?3"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>Yes, Ambassador</strong>&#8220;Yes?&#8221; said James Hacker Jr. Ambassador to the Netherlands answering the phone.<br />&#8220;I have Sir Humphrey on line one Ambassador," replied Bernadette.<br />"Good God! What can he want? Put him through."<br />"Sir Humphrey Appleby, Sir," announced Bernadette.<br />"Uncle Humphrey, how are you?"<br />"James, so good to speak. I'm afraid I'm phoning with a bit of a problem," said Sir Humphrey.<br />"You have a problem, Humphrey?"<br />"Well actually no... you have the problem."<br />"I.. I have a problem?"<br />"Yes, the Prime Minister has caught wind of a rumour that you've granted a visitors visa to a pair of dykes. Plus one of them is a defector and the daughter of a government official. Is there any basis for fact in this?"<br />"It's possible Sir Humphrey, I sign a lot of visas. Why would this be so bad Sir Humphrey? Both women will be collared and belted while visiting. Gagged and leashed in public too."<br />"Our entire moral regeneration of society has been focused on rooting out these sexual deviants. These sapphic </q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span><br /><br />Start of story;&nbsp;<span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="670621312" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://www.deviantart.com/jdlong/art/I-kissed-a-girl-670621312" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb ismature lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://a.deviantart.net/littags/g/n/o/jdlong.png?3"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>I kissed a girl</strong><img src="https://t00.deviantart.net/i7uducTkIAf6mPZgWEHVHCdIMF4=/fit-in/150x150/filters:no_upscale():origin()/pre00/2132/th/pre/f/2017/082/0/f/i_kissed_a_girl_by_jdlong-db39qps.png" style="width:150px;height:150px" class="gr-shrink gr-shrink-center"><br><b><br />Moral Regeneration<br />Protecting Citizens from Vice<br />Moral Regeneration Unit &#8211; Area G4 606<br />Intel from interview with subject Skeets<br />Suspect location: Area G8 667<br />Recommend covert surveillance of Suzanne Cage</b><br />After interview with criminal F Skeets 886-559-892 intel gathered suggests one S Cage daughter of M Cage may also be deviant. Arrest suspended due to rank held by father.<br />Action deferred for twelve months pending new intel.<br />Suzanne woke and looked at her alarm clock. It was six fifty in the morning. Her heart leapt. She had made it through the night uninterrupted. The first time since she had started wearing the belt.<br />It had been a rash experiment but all the other girls were wearing them. Even Carol, her sister, and Mum too. Carol and Mum were alone in advising her not to do this though. Pointing out that the belts were uncomfortable, made hygiene difficult and looked unsightly under clothes.<br />The last point Suzanne disagreed with strongly. She liked the idea of people se</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>