I felt a weight on my back and my knees begin to complain as my character gave the woman I guess a piggy back ride. Every time I crawled passed the g...y, I felt a hand rub my ass. I felt myself begin to stiffen."Darling now I would like a turn."I felt a greater weight on my back as George sat on my character's back. "Getty up little piggy!" George would slap the character's ass with a riding crop whip.I felt my ass burn. After a few moments, I felt my hair being pulled as now George began. I looked them up on Google and saw they were in Springfield. I checked their news section and discovered it hadn't been updated for almost a year. I wondered if the group was still active.A quick phone call to the FONE office got me an answering machine. I requested a call back and left my cell phone number. It wasn't until the next morning that I had a call from a young man. I asked about his group and it only took a couple of questions to determine they were a shoestring outfit and pretty. Returning to the office seemed pointless; by the time I got there I should have too little time to do any worthwhile work before I had to leave again: but travelling direct to the meeting would leave me with about two hours to kill in the middle of the day. I emerged onto Regent Street still unsure what to do."Jim!"I was very fond of Connie but she was not, I reflected, cut out for office work. Since I had told her to buck her ideas up no one could have faulted her time-keeping or the diligence. .? He said in a disinterested tone.I nodded to him and got in the back, wishing I hadn't agreed to this after all. I hated anything where he was coming along for the ride.We drove in silence down the back streets, then along the straight road that led to the club house. When we got there Karen parked the car and got out, taking with her a carrier bag containing candles.Matt got out and lit a cigarette.As I closed the passenger door I glanced at Karen and said: "I hope you have twelve candles in.