Katy slipped out of her shirt and let it fall to the stone floor of the patio. She looked back at Rose and smiled.“Do you want to join us?” Katy a...ked.Rose laughed.“You’re going to give him a heart attack,” Rose replied.“He’ll die happy,” Katy replied, unfastening her bra, but holding it in place with her free hand.“Maybe we should take this somewhere private,” I suggested. Rose agreed. Katy stood up and dropped her bra, allowing it to join her shirt on the stone floor of the dimly lighted. "Oh shit, that feels good. Girls always say they won't finger me." How about we make this more interesting then?" I flip him onto his back, get up and go over to my bag. I pull out some handcuffs, a riding crop and some lube. "I can do more than finger you.A big smile spreads across his face, "Yeah!" He's wriggling on the bed, naked and enthusiastic.I throw the four sets of handcuffs onto the bed. "Put these on your wrists and ankles." Which he does as I take my own clothes off. I review his. With the typical contrariness of youth, it looks like he's going to follow his Dad's career as well. A while ago he asked me the kind of questions about his birth parents' lives that it was very difficult to answer. I decided to write this memoir for him. He isn't squeamish, but he'll be embarrassed by the sex. He's known about our S&M devotion since he was eighteen, because I insisted we told him. Thankfully he's open-minded enough to accept it without disgust. The painful parts our story will. Clara and I decided that it made no sense to prepare plans for further stages, until we could assess what the situation would be like in four years. We informed everyone to put their planning effort on hold until further notice, which meant Sergeant Previn wouldn’t be able to update the remainder of the schedule. That had been a month ago, and now Sergeant Previn was almost finished with creating a realistic schedule for the Stage 1 effort.Picking up the phone, I called Mike Henderson. “Mike, I.