Its very quiet, the only noises we can hear are the leaves rustling in the breeze and our own breathing. I tell you to stop and stand with your back t... the tree. I can tell you are aslready aroused by the throbbing bulge in your jeans. I can't take my eyes off it. You do as you are told, and stand with your back against the tree, not knowing whats next. I reach into my bag and pull out those velvet handcuffs you bought us. I know how you like the feel of them. I take your arms and cuff them. But when he walked around his impressive desk to hug me, I was stunned."Fuck them!" he said. "Pierson, you got yourself into an amazing heap of shit and I don't know if we'll ever get you out of it — but sure as hell we're going to try!"He slammed into my shoulder and led me to one of his overstuffed leather club chairs. My ribs hurt. As did my shoulder."Whiskey?" he said, already pouring. I accepted the glass. He had poured himself a double vodka on ice. He cheered; I raised my glass,. “Yes, Cook,” she said, appropriately obsequious. “Sorry, Cook.”The job Renny Senshall had given her, determining whether two of her sister concubines were being abused by their patrons, had proven surprisingly difficult. The first problem had just been getting into the households. The concubines in question—paired with the older brothers of Renny’s own patron, Varsin Senshall—rarely left their homes, which meant the easiest option to watch over them had been to seek employment with the. As we headed into the stable, we were met by a short wizened older man who greeted Mr. Mendoza with a big grin on his face. The two hugged and greeted each other, both talking at the same time.Mr. Mendoza turned to me and introduced his cousin Raul as the owner of this establishment. He introduced me as Anna’s fiancée, and told him we were looking for mules and horses to take back with us.All business now Raul asked, “What kind of work are you going to do with the mules, and how many are you.