But what can he offer for the Elders’ assistance in getting it? For playing them in the first place? My head on a silver platter? No, he’s already...fucked that one up. So, what possible deal could he make? And the answer is right in front of us.”Whyte grinned on the visor’s screen.“Yes, Contessa. What can I offer them in exchange for Springheel?”“Whyte Telecom, Whyte Electronics, Whyte Computers; you’ve got all the people you need to reverse-engineer the prototype. And figure out how to make. “What the fuck is going on?” I said. But I wasn’t angry.Doris looked at Ellen and gave her a peck on the lips. “Should he join us?”“He’s probably too tired,” Ellen said as she kissed her back.“But look at him,” Doris said, kissing her again before looking at me. “He is probably quite horny just seeing two women like this.”Ellen laughed. “I wonder.” She looked at me. “Are you?”I opened my pants up and showed them how horny I was.Ellen looked at Doris and they nodded. “Yes,” they said together. He opened it and took out several pieces of rope. 'You know what we agreed', he said. 'Yes, I understand,' I nervously replied. I had signed up for an evening of public humiliation at his hands. He led me to a tree which was near enough to the main street. 'Hands over your head', he ordered, and then tied them to a branch above my head, stretching my body out. 'Alright, let's see what you've got, let's see what you can withstand,' he said. He pulled out another piece of rope and began to whip. I had brought a couple of bottles on wine and when we got back to the room I opened them and poured a few glasses. Of course we had several glasses and then decided to turn in. As my wife and Donna have trouble sleeping, Donna offered a sleeping pill to my wife and told her they were quite strong and she always took two, but my wife should only take one. After taking the sleeping pills Donna commented that she wished I would rub her back and shoulders for her which of course I agreed to do..