After a while our conversation slowed, and just as I was preparing to leave, Mike surprised me by saying he missed our time together. He also said he ...as horny. He explained that because of his hands he couldn’t get a firm grip on his dick to jack-off. I know Mike pretty well by now, and I know he is a daily ‘bator just like me. So I knew not being able to masturbate for the last few days was frustrating for him. Then he laughed and asked, "You don’t have one of those rubber dolls I can use do. They said it would fade, that he'd get over it eventually. People had an amazing ability to deal with trauma. And it was true that, after a week, the nightmares came less frequently.Of course, he was seeing a therapist, to help him through it. But there would always be times when he closed his eyes, and he would see the man smiling, feel the knife cutting into his female flesh.There was little the police would do. They were too busy dealing with real crimes against real people to worry. They were to remain there until he specifically gave them permission to return. They were just beginning, when the guard at the door again buzzed the General. Permission to enter was given and in moments a delegation from the kitchen staff had transformed his conference table into a banquet table, covered with delicacies. A flagon of mineral water waited in a chiller. When their job was complete, the General informed them they would not be required to serve his guests at table.The General. ”I told her I’d keep my eye*******-s open for it and let her know what happened.The envelope arrived almost immediately via express courier from Hans’ office in Amsterdam, and when I opened it, there were four photos. It was classic blackmail stuff that made even me gasp, then giggle. There were two photos of me in what would, for most people, be compromising positions, one of me being butt-fucked, doggie style, with my face looking towards the camera, and the other of me on the bed, sucking.