The ladies were thrilled and laughed their asses off when I stood up and faced them still hard with cum dripping out of my cock. My butt was covered w...th welts.Fortunately, most of the guys didn't use implements other than their bare hands, which was plenty painful. I got it with belts a few times. One guy got creative. He grabbed a piece of wood out of the kindling box. He said he was going to see if it hurt more on a cold wet butt. He took me over to the big tub that was full of ice and beer. When I got home there was a car in my driveway I had never seen before, the garage was left open. I panicked a little and honestly thought about calling the cops, but I walked in anyway. As soon as I walked I could hear the sound of a woman inside, sounded like she was moaning loudly. I followed the noise to the guest room, I could not believe it, she was on top of him riding his…. My dick… No words came out of my mouth so I pulled out my cell and started recording the scenario, his dick was. My ears perked up when they began ribbing one clown they called 'Beanpole', since his gig was to walk around on stilts and long trousers, about how many rounds he was going to buy the group the next time they went bar hopping.Beanpole started bragging about how the drinks would be on him, but I had stopped listening. I glanced at Larry and he raised an eyebrow, maybe he was our in to whatever was going on.Things got hectic as the performers and roustabouts got ready for the evening show, so I. Now, twelve hours later, here he was in Paris, luggage in hand, walking toward the pickup area. He had been advised in the letter to look for his name, and sure enough, there was a chauffeur holding a card with his name printed large.He was driven to a nice hotel on the Champs Ellysees where a very nice suite awaited him. The last instructions in his mother's cryptic letter had told him to shower and put on the tuxedo that lay across the king size bed, and then to walk down the main staircase.