That black shit felt heavy on my crotch. They had not spared the amount they had used. I stood at the sink wondering how the hell I would get this off... There was plenty of soap around but that alone would not get it off me. I needed some kind of spirit. I remembered there was a can of white spirit around the back of the hut. So I put my shirt over my shoulders and went to find it. Thankfully it was still there so I carried it back to the washroom with a load of old rags I had found.I then. I get out of the pool slowly thinking, I will give him one last look. I go over to the changing room door. And pull on the handle. It won’t move. What’s this? Why is it locked? Now what do I do? Seeing my frustration, I need to get showered, he climbs out of the pool comes over. That chest of his, Damn. “Would you like to use the men’s room? I will keep a watch” he asks politely. “Well I don’t know, is there anyone in there now?” I ask shyly. Smiling he responds “I will take a look.” “ok” I. Even that was fine with me. I didn’t really want to jog, but I needed to keep to my routine.When I got back the people were beginning to stir. I rushed quickly into the shower. I did a quick wash and rinse. I included my gray hair. I went out of the bathroom in my tee shirt and cutoff jeans. I had a cup of coffee before I went down to the coffee shop. I was still in time to have breakfast before they stopped serving at 10AM.When I got back to the apartment, I found Dom aka Wheels having coffee.. I was then instructed to get out of the car, and was stripped and chained. Very strong, high security Clejuso handcuffs and footcuffs were put on me, and a cloth bag was placed over my head, secured with a leather belt.The car was then driven a long distance, at high speed, to the COP. Madame Carah made sure to drive roughly, so that I was thrown repeatedly from side to side in her car. I could not see, or move to protect myself, and my excitement, and fear, were enormous.Finally, after maybe.