‘How much?’ asked the man. ‘What are you offering?’ said Garbie.‘Come back to our hotel and there’s two hundred quid for each of you,’ s...id the man.‘Three hundred and fifty each and it’s a deal,’ she said, like a true professional.So in we got, and sped off to their, hotel suite. When we walked in we found the suite already occupied by four more industrialists, two of middle-eastern appearance,‘We picked up these two bitches,’ said one of our two pimps, roughly pushing us towards the taller of. It was my truck that you hit when I backed out onto the street. I came to apologize."I was completely taken aback. I had not recognized the name until he put a frame of reference around it. I looked at the young man. Tall, thin, some acne still visible, dressed reasonably well in slacks and a dress shirt, open at the neck. It took me a couple of moments until I could regain my wits."Have a seat, Mark," I said, wondering what I could say to the young guy."Sir ... I wasn't supposed to do this,. Craig was on the telephone in the office.“I’m sorry Owen, Betty’s gone! A stroke or heart attack they think, two nights ago.” Craig informed me bluntly.My immediate thought was to dash back to New Zealand, but Humphrey came on the phone and managed to talk me out of it. Humphrey insisted that I’d spent far too many hours cooped-up in aeroplanes that week, and said that that much air travel just wasn’t good for ones health.“Owen we’ve lost Betty. There’s no sense in you killing yourself to get. Since everything was k**-sized, it meant that the sissies had to bend over a lot, thus showing their padded bottoms, stocking tops and frilly diaper covers. For the staff, this meant that the sissies got full view of their plunging necklines and decolletés.The second zone was for breastfeeding. Here, sissies were only allowed to crawl, so that the staff towered above them, and the babies could only look up to the dangling tits filled with lovely sweet milk. The sissies all had big bibs tied.