"Didn't Dirk tell you?" Sensing that something was drastically wrong, Lucia put her hand soothingly on top of his. "Tell me what, baby? Is anything wr...ng?" "I've been permanently grounded," he said dumbly, as if he still could not believe it himself. "Oh no!" Lucia wailed. "That's terrible!" For me it is. A desk jockey at thirty-two. Shit! There ain't no justice," he snapped. Then he looked at Faith apologetically. "Pardon my French, please." It's all right, baby," Lucia soothed. "It's all. Tammy looked me a while in the eyes, then her gaze wandered down my custom-cut jacket to my pants, where her gaze lingered on my hardness. Her brow wrinkled as dirty thoughts danced behind her eyes. She realised she was staring, looked right back at me, and breathed heavily, "That was real kind of you, and kindness should be rewarded." She glanced over my shoulder when she heard Mary-Jo grunt, and started to shuffle her way around me in the narrow passage between seats. "I probably should help. ” I ordered Amy to remove her clothes and fold them as prescribed. Then we did a short Kata type stretching routine designed to limber us both up. I secured Amy to a wooden cross, her facing the cross. Discretely I checked her circulation and pulse taking the opportunity to run my hands over her nakedness. She was doing well as expected. I pulled a cart over to the cross that had a wide variety of floggers, whips, paddles and other impact tools. I proceeded to use several lighter floggers as a. " Renton turned his eyes back to her as her words finallysank in. "And you..." Yes, I was a man. That is what we do here after all. Now, I'm sureyou have questions and then you can decide if you want to continue."Marigold took a poised sip of her tea and sat back. She remainedattentive, but relaxed, hoping to help put him at ease."Wow, I know the ads and all, but I... I just never imagined it wouldbe so complete. I mean you're beautiful, and she was just..." Rentonlet the reality of it sink in..