His excited facial expression doesn't resemble a man being blackmailed. He walks in and I shut the door behind him - shutting the door on everything h... thinks he knows. "Wow. You look so sexy," he says, reaching for me.Slap!His face registers pure shock as I slap his face hard, leaving a red hand print on his cheek."What the ..." Shut up. From here on out, you will do as you are told." What the fu ...." he continues, before I slap him again.Slap!I take my other hand and roughly grab his balls. Unless you want him to fuck you with the ball up there? Suzi started protesting then, begging him, but he didnt say a word. She got quiet then I saw her thighs start to strain, she lifted her body a few inches off of the metal frame and clenched. A ball shot out of her and onto the floor, bouncing once at Marks feet. Mark looked at it, then looked at her and shook his head. That was very bad. He turned his head slightly. Sid? Sid got between my wifes legs and bent down, picked up a leather. So, that was one act that was about to die.We had another problem. A much more subtle problem, and one that probably wouldn't show itself for a few more years yet. Trainees and juniors.Juniors had to have already joined us by the time they were eleven. In theory, by the time they were eleven, if they hadn't done any training with us of any sort, it was usually not possible for them to adjust to our way of life, as natural prudishness had started to set in. Occasionally older children were. When they finished their shower, Stan insisted that they all get dressed and go to Cracker Barrel for breakfast. It didn’t matter that it was nearly noon; he wanted to have breakfast with his girls. They ate and laughed and enjoyed this time together so much. Claire suggested that they decide whether to maintain two households, or to move in with Stan or visa verse. Ellie said she loved the shower at Stan’s, Claire said she was very fond of her kitchen and that Stan’s kitchen was so “Male” to.