My deal for running the new place was that I’d draw twenty-five dollars a week with a room and meals. On the other hand, I was in line for one-sixth...of the profits, if there were any. The pressure was on me to make my idea work, especially since everyone had shown such faith in me.My stash of money had actually grown a good bit the last week, even after my investment in the gents’ club was factored in, because of the reward from Agent Gordon. I was up to six hundred and fifty some odd dollars,. I'd be happy to share some with you. It might at least help you get warm and feel a little better, right?"She smiled real big then, and said "Wow, you'd do that for me?" and I said "Sure, you seem like a nice enough person."She replies "Well, shit yeah then, let's drink some rum together, man!"I answered back, somewhat more sternly than I intended, "I liked it better when you were calling me 'Sir'', trying to tack a smile on to the end of it so I didn't sound like a complete dick.She caught it,. I pulled my black wife beater shirt over my head. I then flexed my hard abs and shook my hips. My cargo shorts were around my ankles. I kicked them to the left. I was standing in just my brand new white boxer briefs. I could see Tammy’s eye get bigger. She was staring at my half erect cock. Just a thin layer of white cotton stood between my cock and the cool air of my neighbors living room.Tammy slowly stood up in front of me. She was only a few inches shorter than me. I looked down. . "Good," she said and she placed the headphones back on my ears and turned the music back on to once again deprive me of being able to hear what was going on about the room. Deprived again of sight and hearing, I had to rely on feeling what Martha was doing to me and the delicious feeling of the nylon on my lower body.Martha grabbed my two hands and tied them together and then tied my bound hands to the leash that was still connected to the collar. She then raised my left leg and tied my ankle.