"I'll be right here," Wolfgang said softly, taking a position so he would have a clear line of sight into the sitting room and the front door.They'd b...en waiting for this with growing tension and they were both relieved that the moment was upon them. Wolfgang's hand was steady despite being flushed and damp with sweat from his exertions. He'd been doing sit-ups to relieve the stressful tedium and he wiped a bead of perspiration from his left temple. Eva's solution had been to soak in a hot bath. They began to stick the pins into my tits just around the nipples. It was difficult to tell how much of my pain came from the ropes, the alligator clips, or the pins. Then I felt another electric jolt through the pins. They just nodded to confirm that everything was working. They hoisted me up until I was hanging entirely upside down. Something was attached to a ring on the top of my head harness, my head was pulled back until I thought it would snap off, then it was secured to the belt. After the legion had left, it transpired there were many more Romans kept hidden than I had known. That was to the good – that I did not know, I mean. I would have had to demand they be given their freedom to accompany General Domus. Many of the womenfolk found themselves grouped together into whorehouses by their owners. The previously married ones found Celts just as rough in their sex – though more smelly, I’m sure. Romans, with their attitude to women as another form of livestock, were not. “You, Captain Guest, are the reason I am here. It is a pleasure and a privilege to shake your hand.”He pumped Rollo’s hand for over a minute; Rollo looked confused, and I noticed he winced as Wilkinson’s huge hand had engulfed his.“Shall we all sit down while I tell you the reason for my being here, other than to meet Captain Guest?” Wilkinson said.He barked out an order in Arabic. A servant rushed forward with a collapsible, canvas-backed, chair and set it up. Wilkinson settled himself into.