But I suppose you can't wear bondage gear with saggy tits like hers and hope to make it look effective. I figured I'd spent enough time in her room, s... I scuttled across the hall and into the bathroom, where I quietly shut the door behind me. I stood over the tiolet and let out a nice long piss that I'd been holding in since breakfast. I correctly assumed that the proper kinky thing to do in that situation was to piss half in the toilet and half beside it, so by the time I was finished, the. And sure enough, there’s Mick out there doing some serious work on the treadmill. And very soon Mick comes back to work.But, as usual, within a couple of days he has another accident and severs his head.Wearily Paddy puts the head in a plastic bag and transports it and Mick to hospital.Next day he goes in and asks the nurse how Mick is.The nurse breaks down and cries and says, “He’s dead.”Paddy is shocked, but not surprised. “I suppose the saw finally did him in.”“No”, says the nurse, “Some. They will help you cement control of a small town like this rather easily, I dare say. You must not, however, be cruel to them. Particularly, you will need to reward them with your sexual favors and each other’s, and quite often at that. Each sex act will only whet their appetites, both for you and for each other. In short, they will become nymphomaniacs, as will you.“This militant little band of warriors or adherents or whatever you wish to call your companions will gladly resort to violence. I just got my driver’s license. My Christmas present was professional driving lessons and a new Corvette.You might think Tyler would have been jealous. He wasn’t. I couldn’t have talked him into trading that camera for my new car.It had definitely been a bootylicious Christmas! It turns out that having millionaire parents doesn’t suck at all. Especially when they want to make up for what you didn’t even realize had been years of poverty or near poverty.For a few months after that, Tyler and I.