After a few moments my master was back. Even now it amazes me how quickly I went from being a straight youth who called a man Bryan to a cock sucking,...cum guzzling, piss drinking, submissive faggot who thought of this man as his master. “Get up bitch!” again he dragged me to my feet by my upper arm. He was fully dressed and as he dragged me back through the bungalow he thrust my clothes into my arms. Without even allowing me the dignity (god knows he’d stripped me of enough of that) to get. More input for his Geneao-Plan, I assumed.Julian smiled as I sat down and suggested a drink. I am wary of alcohol. I never use it when I am working – which of course is most of the time – since my methods need a precise understanding of the responses of my subject. On this occasion, though, the cellar at Highgate was without an occupant and so I felt able to accept his offer. He nodded approvingly at my choice of Highland Park, a single malt whisky, and decided to join me."How is your work. "Sandy, how could you have stood that?" I stood it for two reasons. One, to save Rob's life, and two, to get even and make them pay!"We viewed our tape again and then again, looking for a way to get even. Jim and I came up with one plan and on reflection Sandy went along with it. Jeff appeared to be the one most reluctant to do Sandy harm. He was the chink in their armor, if we could turn him.It took us days to come together with a plan. First we had to get Jeff working for us. Jim was able to. " I then tied her to the chair so she could not remove the blind fold.All she could do was squirm around just a little. I then left the room and let her sit there wondering what was going to happen. Well to her surprise I reentered with a friend that was a big black bull that had 10 inches of hot meat. He was told not to say a word and go straight to work. He started by pinching her nipples and sucking on them every now and then. This went on for what seemed like hours but was just a few.