I bet Mark wouldn't let you do him."I smirked, and reached down for my ipad. I quickly found what I was looking for and passed it to Nat."Does he look...like he's not enjoying that?"This was a particularly good video; for one thing it hadn't been shot with a still camera. The next video showed the cameraman getting his reward while Mark recorded, but I wasn't going to show that one to Nat - well, not for a minute or two anyway."Fucking hell Jools. First what are you doing videoing it, and second. "It is especially important that you do your best to please. This place..." but Page was interrupted by a slave bringing them toothbrushes and mouthwash. They had to hold the mouthwash in their mouths until the enema was finished so Page could not finish what she was going to say. They were then instructed to spit the mouthwash out in the toilet then sit and expel the enema.They were directed to stand and move to the wash area. A handheld shower nozzle set to spray a fine mist was used to. The walls were adorned like the interrogation room... but instead of weapons and implements of intimidation, there were sex toys and mirrors. The ceiling was mirrored as well, and though I couldn't tell for certain, I would bet a whole operations budget that the room would have cameras as well. This was a man who liked to watch himself work. And who could blame him? Natalia and I both took a short gasping breath as he peeled off his shirt, those rippling, lean abs flexing a little as he tossed. After a very quick update about the evolving situation, everyone huddled together to work out a plan for dealing with the situation. Given the nature of the attack, there was only one response that was appropriate. The men headed out to their individual tasks.The three motorcycles drove past the stop sign without even slowing down. As they raised their guns to fire at the houses lining the street, a figure dressed in a black robe stepped out of the darkness to face them with his hand out like a.