He said, I want to sniff your stockings and suck your toes.I said OkHe called the barman over and said send 3 bottles of Champagne to my room and a bo...tle of whisky!I went up to the fat little boss's room. He did have 3 bottles of Champagne, I got on the bed and took my clothes off, but he wanted me to keep my shoes on.I lay on the bed drinking Champagne, in only my stockings and black leather loafers as he crawled up to my shoes on his hands and knees with the bottle of whisky in his hand. He. They were both allowed to go to bed, and in their separate bedrooms they cried themselves to sleep. It would not be the last time either of them would do that. CHAPTER FIVE THE NEXT STEP IN HUMILIATIONRose stayed behind and the next thirty minutes was spent putting her through the most embarrassing underwear inspection, skirts raised, bending over, breasts pulled out of her Bra, if a woman could be. "We took to the hallway. Standing down by the bathroom were two of my friends, Jim, and a somewhat-less-than-sober Bart. They grinned as we walked by. Bart tried to give me a high-five but missed, slapping his hand into the wall. "Ow... Don' worry. We'll keep watch..." Yeah. We'll cover you." "Where were you guys four hours ago..." Gettin' plastered!" Bart explained. "No shit." said Jim. I followedLori on into the bathroom. I suppose I should say a few things about bath-tubs in male. Again a padlock was snapped through the alignment holes and I was suddenly firmly locked into the stockade.He told me that I had been rented out and that if any punter was unhappy with my performance and requested a refund I would suffer consequences. He picked up a gag and forced it into my mouth and buckled straps around my head locking it into place. He than said I was to receive a punishment demonstration so I would know what to expect if I disappointed punters. I tried to protest but.