I picked Nichole up and held her while we danced. She liked this and wrapped her arms around my neck. I positioned her so that her panties were in l...ne with my hardening cock. Her nice little tits were rubbing my chest. Man, this is hot. I put my hands under her ass to hold her up, she didn't mind. I got a little more brave and slipped a finger under the elastic band to her pussy. My cock rubbing on her slit. She still didn't mind. I realized she was passed out. I wanted more of that. Timmy was very frightened at what the day held.They took him to the first room. He almost pissed himself with fright.Claire was there. "This is the dungeon, where we will break you and remake you." She said. She was wearing leather chaps and nothing else.She snapped, "On your knees, slave." When he hesitated, the cane traced a line of fire on his back.I dropped and said, "Yes Mistress." One of the trainers pulled a strange kind of chair over to him as the other clipped his knees to the floor.. I took this as a green signal and smiled back whenever opportunity arises. The same thing continued throughout the evening and the event ended. We were paid and left the venue to our respective places.As always I assumed this to be the end of my luck too and went with the flow. Since I was doing this event on a regular basis, I got a call from Shirley after 3-4 days to inquire if I am free over the weekend to come to this new event happening in the city. I was free and also she offered a good. The only problem that I had was that, being so ignored by Foster and off limits to all the other men, I was getting rather randy so, on one of my monthly trips to the mainland, I picked up a vibrator and this became my usual source of relief.Time passed slowly on the island though my swimming improved as the months went by. I monitored my bank balance on a monthly basis and watched it rise as Mr Foster paid me what I was due. Truth to tell, this was the only thing that kept me sane over these.