Part of me was really turned on – I loved looking through my mom’s lingerie collection and checking out hot pics on the web, and often I jerked of... in her panties – part of me wondered would I become a sissy if I did this – not that I had a lot of choice when Mommy told me what to do I did it.After doing all my bits for the morning Mommy yelled at me to go shower and get my body ready, she’d be inspecting me shortly. So I stripped off, turned the shower to hot and got under the water – after. She needed a partner with some knowledge of the area, so she looked for the king of slime. Hell everyone knew that was the Boyle brothers.As for them, for a minimum investment they got an operation with the potential to grow into a large profit business. My own concern was the blackmail aspect of the operation. It wasn't really blackmail unless certain criteria were met. It could and would be argued that the levels had not been met for a blackmail charge to stick."My level was different from. Do not move."Then he pulls a bag from the under the bed and pulls four large paper clamps out. He examines them and then dons a pair of surgical gloves while giving a nasty explanation, "I don't want to touch your nasty fuck hole."He orders her legs to spread wider and places two clamps on one side of her cunt. Then two on the other side and she grimaces as each clamp closes painfully on the tender flesh. When that is done he attaches a light chain to each clamp. Then attaches them to a single. We spent most of the day hopping back and forth between the room and various places in the USA including Las Vegas, Patterson and New Jersey until finally we tracked him down to a room in the Pin-Del Motel in Laurel, Maryland. We were tired, frustrated and above all annoyed. We’d had to use the time mirror in all the locations before and after our main suspect was there because of the Null medallions he and a few of his compatriots were wearing. In one case Thea had to lip read the Arabic.