I wouldn't resumeanything! I could start a new life. I had no skeletons in my closet; Ihad no past except the fictional one Trish had created... Oh! A...d theother one that started when I entered this building, wherever it was.That past would have to go. And Mistress Bloody Professor Martha withit. I felt extremely calm. I had made my decision. A punishment was tocome, but I would retake every suffering minute back from Martha.Noted in my professional life as a very patient lawyer, I had. I need you to get the rope and handcuffs out for the party. I did as I was told then stood in front of Goddess. She said now I want you to go soak in the tub and get nice and clean for our guests. She said I have laid out some nice smelling soaps and oils that I want you to use. When you are finished I want you to come down in the nude and we will get you ready for the party. She added don't get an erection or I will have to put this on you witch was a cock cage. I did as I was told and noticed. ****The morning of the party dawned bright and early. Becky and I made love it was tender and dreamy. Afterwards, we lay in each other’s arms, sweaty, smelly and content.“This promises to be one of the most memorable weekends of my life,” Becky murmured happily.“Really? What do you think has made all the difference?”“Do I have to stroke your colossal ego all the time?”“Absolutely, it’s all part of the package.” I rolled over and got out of bed.“You up already? Normally it’s an effort to get you. Natalie, who I discovered was often in the sameclass as myself encouraged me to the bus of which there were several withHenty or Yerong Creek on their signboards. We entered the first one(Yerong Creek) and found a seat where we could sit down together and talkabout the day's events.The first thing Natalie (call me Nat or Natty, Steph) told me when wewere seated was to always try to get the first Yerong Creek bus becausenot only was it usually a coach but, THAT bus didn't do the other.