Warren went down to a lineup, and picked out the four guys. They were still attending Watson's campus meetings, and the police had grabbed them there,...based on Warren's descriptions. And physical evidence proved that one of them was definitely the one who had raped Warren. Because that was in the papers now, word of the rape got out. One of the effects of that was shock and disgust even among the Watson acolytes, because the irony that Sophia had spoken about was lost on no one.Sophia was glad. This had obviously been prearranged. Marsha walked over and sat on my lap. “Would you like to play” she asked. All I could do was stammer a yes. Joy had sat down on Barry’s lap. “My god” I thought “wife swapping”. Well I almost got it right. The women suddenly jumped up and headed back to the bedroom. “Coming boys” Marsha called out. Both Barry and I jumped up and followed them. By the time we got there Joy and Marsha were on the bed making out. I looked at Barry, he looked at me, and we both. Suddenly, Bootsie cuffed myhands behind my back, and unlocked my chastity device, running her fingers upand down my cock until it was quite hard. ?You see, Silas, you?re much too focused on your ownorgasms.? Bootsie said. ?I mean to cure you of this.?Bootsie took me out to the back yard, stark naked,and I watched, shivering in the November air as she cut a switch from a sprucetree. As Bootsie trimmed the smalltwigs off the switch, she lectured me about my lack of focus.?I see this in men. Finally, I sat with my legs curled upunder me, putting my side to James as he sat down and explained what hadhappened. He started by telling me he was as surprised as I was thatthis was the outcome. While he had planned on letting me feel like Ginaas part of my therapy, he never thought I'd take to it as well as I did.So instead of ending it a week in as planned, and moving on to buildingup my masculine self-esteem, he let me continue to explore that side ofmyself. And as I continued onto on.