Gradually I sat up, forgetting the punishment my ass had taken. A searing pain shot through my behind and into my spine. By now, I had control of my f...culties once more and started to get dressed again. The top half was fine, but when it came to the tight latex trousers, I simply couldn’t get them over my ripped-apart cheeks.Luckily my shirt was long enough that by not tucking it in, you could almost, but not fully, fail to notice that my trousers weren’t pulled up.“Let me take you home,” Mandy. Piotrowski was getting excited about their progress, "Gosh Mr. Piotrowski, I can't see a better way of doing it." Then he remembered something else, "Before I forget, I asked Jorge about contractors. He said to tell you to 'call Billy' and you'd know who that was." Jorge told me to call Billy?" Mr. Piotrowski's voice sounded odd."Yes, sir."Mr. Piotrowski grunted, "We'll see."The men had finished putting up the tent, and were driving tie downs into the hard Texas soil to run guy-lines to. After. I did a short stretch in the military but it wasn't for me. I am in the Guard though. I took on the idea of becoming a cop. I liked being a street cop but then I was transferred to the gang unit but I really didn't like it that much. Something was missing. Someone told me of an opening in the FBI so I applied and that's where I'm at now," Mike finished with a sigh."You don't sound happy where you're at?" I thought I was. As a cop, you couldn't really look at it as protecting a person. You were. All were rich enough to indulge their fantasies and all had to bring to the club at least one female whom they had persuaded or coerced to go along with the programme. In some cases it was a wife who had been forced to join, in other cases a mistress or an employee. The members did not care what coercion had been used to force compliance as long as obedience to the programme was evident on club nights. Only a couple of the women took part completely voluntarily: you would have to have profound.