The rest of the week seemed to just fly by. All the major stock markets were closed for three days as the financial community tried to regroup. Rumors of bankruptcies were rampant and a couple mutual funds just ceased operations but the real downside was the major losses to retirement funds; billions of dollars had been irrevocably lost.
I posted some items on the internet in various financial sites explaining that the blue chips were a real bargain. I don’t know if it that had any effect but when the markets opened again on Friday they were all inching their way back toward their previous value but there was a long way to go.
The ‘Miracle Stocks’ were still listed on the major exchanges even though they were now in the ‘Penny Stocks’ category. The buy orders I had placed were being executed so the price was slowly coming up.
On the local scene progress was being made in all areas. The housing for the migrant encampment was progressing well; ten houses were now completed and occupied. Construction had started on the school and the community center also.
Paul had completed the purchase of the surrounding sections; the city was now seven miles square.
Plans for the car dealership had been approved and a suitable area selected for the new buildings. The airport plans were on hold until the full council could be assembled to express their approval, as it was a major step forward for our little city.
The criminal background checks had identified three more men in the migrant group that we did not want in the area. All of them were arrested by the sheriff for traffic violations to get them under control quickly. There were several of the construction workers who also surfaced in the unwanted category. Robert arrested them and turned them over to the sheriff who was developing a reputation for cleaning up the county.
The blood tests that were taken during the physical examinations turned up many surprises. A few sexually transmitted diseases were expected but the high rate of diabetes and hepatitis C was not. There were about thirty-five positive results for various drugs also. We didn’t run any HIV tests, as they are so unreliable as to be almost useless.
The leaders of the migrant workers were pleased with the services they were receiving and grateful that we had found the problems while they were still treatable.
Probably the most welcome progress was the opening of Jacque’s, the new restaurant by the city hall. People were lined up halfway around the building for the first lunch hour and since it was Friday I had made reservations also.
Jeff had arranged for the satellite surveillance system and it was interesting to watch the replay of the tapes. It was possible to freeze-frame at any time and the speed of the replay could also be set.
Klaus and Kathy were going to dinner with us as this was the last weekend that Klaus would be able to be out and about for several weeks as his plastic surgery was scheduled for Monday morning.
Sandy was beginning to get along with her new jewelry a little better but it was still causing her untold sensations that would overwhelm her if she weren’t extremely careful.
Frank had requested that Sandy be at the piercing demonstration to display her wonderful device. She wasn’t at all interested but felt she should let everyone know just how wonderful and terrible it was. She was still upset by the fact that it would be weeks and maybe months before it would be removed. She didn’t think it was fair that I could still use my equipment while hers was virtually locked up.
Oh well, who said life was fair anyway?
Monica had moved out of the house to cohabitate with Bryan White. I was glad she found someone that she could spend time with although Bryan wasn’t a member of our group, at least not yet.
I had a long talk with Carl concerning the agricultural aspects of our progress. He was quite satisfied so far as everything was on track. The tomato crop was being harvested and was bringing record prices as it was early in the year. The winter wheat had been harvested and the fields replanted in soybeans. The corn would be ready to harvest in a couple more weeks. The two-crop system seemed to be working well.
The livestock was still a small problem; we were supplying many more people that we had planned for and consequently we were still forced to buy hogs and cattle from the local auctions however the gap between supply and demand was closing and was projected to be gone by fall.
Chickens and turkeys were being raised in adequate supply and a couple large ponds were being discussed to raise catfish and bass.
All things considered we were way ahead of out original projections and it looked like there would be a small profit from the farming activities before the end of the year.
As far as the city was concerned a profit was not in the picture for a couple of years however a few small industries were now operating that would bring in outside funds.
The carpentry shop was not only building toys for the playrooms but was also manufacturing the cabinets for the new offices as well as the new homes. Both items were being sold on the internet as well.
The furniture shop was also involved in outside sales that lead to the formation of a small trucking company to make deliveries as well as moving livestock and poultry. This generated additional revenue from the back hauls as well as cutting the cost of many items that had to be brought in.
Jim had set up a batch plant to mix the concrete needed for all the projects and was supplying builders in the surrounding counties as well.
The prefab shop was selling pre-assembled home packages in several states also.
The small tailor shop that had started with three women making exotic clothes for the members now employed twenty people and was listed in the brochure the toy makers sent out.
The water and electric utilities were showing a profit.
All was right with the world.
Sandy returned from work and as usual went straight to the bed and lay down to let all the pent up sensations and frustration dissipate before dinner.
I went to my office and checked the stock markets now that they were closed for the weekend. The blue chips had continued to rise during the day and the volume was building. The ‘Miracle Stocks’ had increased somewhat but were still under a buck each. The accounts indicated that I had purchased several million shares so far. Considering the blue chips they included, a very nice profit was assured.
In the news, the past week seemed to have been forgotten as all the reporters focused on the upward trend of the premium stocks. Only one program motioned that there was heavy trading in the ‘Miracle Stocks’.
The less than honest politicians were still in hiding and there were still a few bodies turning up but it seemed the worst was over for the time being. The general uprising had ended up been nothing than a few protests that turned into riots and were easily overcome.
While checking an Australian news site a quick mention was made that several small island nations were now bankrupt and looking for any kind of help that was available to get out of the mess they were in.
I woke Sandy and we showered together for the first time in a week which is always fun. As I finished washing her butt for the tenth time she dropped to her knees so that I could also wash her hair. This put her in a nice position to give my somewhat neglected equipment a nice slobbery kiss. It was difficult to wash her hair with her head bobbing around but at that point I didn’t care if it took all night; it really had been a busy week and I was way behind on my ‘home work’.
While she dried her hair and put on her makeup I checked through the closet to see what I wanted her to wear. I decided on a formal-appearing floor length gown with a high choker type collar. The skirt was split up to the waistband at the sides to flash just enough leg to be fashionable. That is, fashionable in Dallas but rather risqué out here in the country. There were also splits in the front and rear that were sealed with a tiny strip of Velcro. Another added feature was the panel over her breasts that could be removed to display her pierced and stretched nipples.
Sandy came into the room and looked at what I had laid out for her and grinned. Now what was she thinking?
She wasn’t saying anything so I finally asked her what was so amusing. “I was just thinking that maybe this coil isn’t so bad after all. You can’t use that crotch strap and little chain now.”
If only she knew what I was planning for her when her piercings were healed.
Klaus and Kathy came by in the big Mercedes and we rode with them to Jacque’s. When we arrived he discovered one of the advantages of my old van; the handicapped plates, because there wasn’t a parking place within two hundred feet of the place.
Both of the girls groaned with the thought of walking that far and begged Klaus to let them out in front of the building. He thought it was much better if we all arrived at the same time. Well at least that was what he said but we all knew he wanted to torment the girls with the little stroll.
As we made our way to the reservation desk I was amazed at the décor. In the short time it had taken to build the place I had no idea how it had been accomplished. The woodwork was fantastic and gave every appearance of having been hand carved. Heavy velvet draperies were tastefully placed throughout the area and some of them were designed to be pulled around the French provincial tables and chairs to provide an atmosphere of intimacy. Someone had done a fantastic job of decorating without interfering with the functionality of the dining room.
We were a few minutes early and the girl at the desk whom I had never seen before said we would have to wait a few minutes. We walked slowly around the lobby and admired the many framed pictures, mostly copies of famous French paintings. During our wanderings I saw Paul and Tammy doing the same thing and asked if they would care to join us as their reservation time was still a half hour away. I returned to the desk and told the girl of the change in plans and she flatly refused to make any changes.
Of course this led to further discussion and I finally told her to get Jack out here, now! She replied, “Are you referring to Jacque?”
“I’m referring to whoever is in charge here.”
She picked up a phone and spoke into it for a few seconds then turned to me, “William will be with you in a few minutes.”
Being as obstinate as I am sometimes I stood right there at the desk to wait. Paul and I continued to chat and shortly a voice I knew was speaking to me in an accent I didn’t know. I turned around to see Willie, fully dressed in a suit and tie. I think he was as surprised as I was.
His accent instantly disappeared, “Hi, what is the problem?” I told him and he turned to the girl, “They will all be seated now.” Turning back to me, “come on, I have an empty table.” Sure is nice to know someone with a little authority now and then.
We reached the table without incident although the girls were a little wobbly by now and Willie was grinning which was a sure sign he knew what the problem was. He said, “Have a nice evening.”
I glanced at the menu; the only thing that was in English was the prices. Klaus read it without difficulty and translated for the rest of us. I don’t remember what I ordered; it was something beef with cheese sauce and something green with more cheese. I really wasn’t impressed but Klaus said it was magnificent; I would have preferred a nice thick steak and a baked potato.
Klaus and I were going over the various progress reports with Paul joining in when the subject touched on his area of expertise. The girls were having their own conversations.
Klaus and I agreed that it was time to instruct the county officials to start repurchasing the nearly worthless stocks. Paul listened as we discussed the timing but finally couldn’t resist commenting, ”You want them to spend five million dollars on worthless stocks?”
Klaus laughed and I had to grin a little, Paul wanted to know what he had said that was so amusing. Klaus replied, “Those stocks will be worth many times the value of the forty five million dollars of blue chips they have purchased within a few months.”
It took Klaus almost ten minutes to explain why they were valuable; don’t ever ask Klaus what time it is, he will answer by telling you how to build a clock.
When the realization that those stocks had been the reason for the drastic drop in the stock market he just gasped. Klaus didn’t divulge how it had started but I figured Paul would come to that conclusion on his own sooner or later.
His thought processes were always in a straight line so it was just a matter of a few seconds before he asked, “If I were to purchase some of those stocks they would increase in value rapidly?”
I quickly countered with, “Yes, but if you decide to do that let me purchase them for you.”
Gladly, I don’t know anything about the stock market.”
The discussion turned to the major banks that were now in financial straights, Klaus was enjoying this part as most of them had been his adversaries and few were even sworn enemies.
We were ready to leave when the girls decided it was time to powder their noses.
The conversation turned to the news and I happened to mention that the banks and investment groups were not the only ones that had taken a bath. Some small countries were also bankrupt. Klaus was not sympathetic as he felt they had been playing in the big leagues with farm team players.
As I finished my coffee I saw a different expression come over his face. He leaned back in his chair and said, “I think it would be nice to have a vacation home in the tropics.”
If I knew anything about Klaus, this was going to get interesting.
The girls returned to the table and as we made our way outside Sandy had to stop for a couple minutes to get control of her self, the coil was working well. Outside we didn’t get ten feet before she had to stop again but this time Klaus put an arm around her waist and told me to do the same so that we could keep her walking toward the car. She was limp as a rag doll long before we got there having experienced a continuous orgasm all the way there.
We sat her in the car and drove the short distance to the piercing class. The ride provided enough of a break for her to be able to stand when we arrived. When she got out of the car I removed the panel from the dress that covered her breasts and nipples. I also tied the split skirt sections together at the sides. Now all of her decorations including the butt plug were on display.
We slowly entered the auditorium and selected seats in the front row so that she would be able to walk to the stage without difficulties when Frank called her. I was somewhat surprised when Kathy said she would go with her to the stage.
Frank opened the meeting the same as always with a set of large charts that depicted all the various piercings and gave a description of each followed by the aftercare needed and the normal healing time required. At this point he normally asked all the women with piercings to come up to the stage so that the other people could see what the actual piercings looked like. This had the added advantage of permitting the others to chat about the procedures and aftercare with someone who had done it.
Tonight was different, he specifically asked for Sandy and Kathy to come up. I grinned; Kathy made it sound like she was volunteering to go with Sandy when all along she knew she was going to be called up. Actually it made sense; between the two of them they had all the common piercings except for the belly buttons.
As they took the normal positions sitting on the edge of the stage a line began to form in front of them. It looked like everyone there was interested; at least a hundred people were now standing in the line.
The first girl in line was fascinated by Sandy’s coil jewelry and spent a couple minutes talking to her about it. She finally reached out and touched it. I saw Sandy stiffen but she didn’t say anything. This same scene was repeated time after time for almost an hour.
There were fifteen women lined up for piercings by the time Frank thanked the girls and they returned to their seats. Sandy was on the ragged edge of an orgasm and took several minutes to relax.
For the male demonstration he just called one name: Michael. Again he was a good choice as he had all the major piercing in his penis. Six men went to examine him and a couple dozen women. The examination didn’t take very long, the men didn’t seem all that interested but the women were.
I overheard part of several conversations and they all went about the same, “If you want to have my (insert nipples, labia, clit) pierced then you are going to get a piercing too.” Five of the six men lined up for a decoration even though they had all objected. Aha; equality of the sexes at last. Or was it a type of blackmail?
That was when Frank called out, “Which one of you big, brave, tough men is going to be first?”
A voice beside me said, “He is,” and I felt a couple strong hands take hold of me. Klaus and Robert each had me by an arm and were taking me to the front of the piercing line. They didn’t stop there but continued right up onto the stage.
Frank said, “Drop ‘em, Boy.” Boy? Before I could say anything my pants were down to my knees. Cora come over and helped Robert put me on the table; Klaus still wasn’t up to any lifting.
At this stage of the game there wasn’t much point in making a big fuss so I just asked Frank what he was going to do. He just smiled and said, “Relax it will all be over in a few seconds.”
He removed the barbell from my Prince Albert piercing and I expected him to stretch it to the next gauge but no, he picked up a piercing needle instead. I could feel him doing something but my belly got in the way and I couldn’t see what it was.
He said, “Take a deep breath,” then he shoved the needle right through the head of my most prized possession. I was too shocked to make a sound but I sure felt it, all the way to my toes but only for a couple seconds then it seemed to go numb. A few more seconds to insert the new jewelry and he said, “All done.”
He wrapped some gauze around my bleeding cock and slid a condom over it then patted me on the shoulder. “You now have a nice fresh eight gauge apadravya, enjoy.” He handed the old PA barbell to me in a small plastic Ziploc bag.
Wonderful; as I remember he had stated during the lecture this particular piercing was going to bleed for a couple days and take six months to heal. It would be at least six weeks before I could get back into the action and then only with a condom and I hate those things.
Finally I realized this whole thing had been planned and choreographed well ahead of time. I started going over the usual suspects in my head. Klaus and Robert were near the top of the list although I doubted they would have got it started but rather agreed to help carry it off.
Somehow I felt Kathy had something to do with it; she had forced Klaus to get a PA. Also Frank had been aware of it in order to have the correct jewelry available and ready. Even Cora was quick to help get me on the table. If Cora was in on it then very likely Bill at least knew about it.
This wasn’t getting anywhere, in every conspiracy there had to be a central culprit somewhere.
Wait a minute, maybe it was the other way around, Cora knew about it because Bill told her. Now it all fit, Cora recruited Frank, Bill involved Robert and Klaus, Klaus told Kathy. Ok, then who recruited Bill?
There was only one possibility, my friend and long-term companion Sandy. I had to give her credit, it was a nice job of planning but that would not prevent a degree of retribution.
We stayed to watch a few of the piercings before Klaus decided that it was time to go. All the way to the Manor he kept making references to the fun we were going to have in the playroom. I went along with it just to see how far it would go. When he determined I was playing with him he shut up.
Sandy invited them in for coffee; I had the feeling it was more to have someone there so that we would not be alone where her complicity in my newest puncture could be explored. Of course they came in; this might even be part of the original plan for that matter.
Sandy made a pot of coffee as Kathy raided the refrigerator for a cherry pie and ice cream. Soon the girls were also seated at the table and the conversation somehow turned to which countries were actually bankrupt.
Klaus stated, “It seems that most stable countries have avoided the pitfall of the ‘Miracle Stocks’ or at least the losses have been manageable. Most of the undeveloped countries have not been affected at all how ever several small monarchies are in serious trouble as well as many island nations that depend on tourism for their very existence.”
The girls soon lost interest in the subject and decided to find something else to do that would be more entertaining. Klaus and I went to my office to see if the information on the computer checked with the projections he had made.
Before getting involved in several hours’ research it was time to take my first pee since the new piercing. I removed my clothes, and then removed the condom to find the gauze was bright red with partially congealed blood. I slowly removed the gauze and that started the bleeding again.
I stepped into the shower to minimize the mess. I soon discovered that peeing while standing was not going to be a good idea. The Prince Albert piercing was much larger that the eight gauge barbell that was now inserted in it consequently my balls were being sprayed a bright red as well as my legs and feet. A small amount was spraying from the top of the new piercing as well as from the front. All in all it looked like a lawn sprinkler gone mad.
I turned the shower on to wash the blood away, grabbed a towel and dried off the best I could with blood dripping from my cock. It didn’t take long for me to decide I was doing this backwards; get the bleeding stopped and then dry off.
I wrapped some tissue around my cock and slipped the condom back in place, now I could dry off as soon as I rinsed all the blood off, again.
I hadn’t bothered to shut the bathroom door and turned to see Klaus in the doorway laughing, “I think you have been reclassified from a participant to a spectator for a while.”
“Funny, however I think I know of a couple butts that are due for some serious attention very soon.”
He laughed again, “Now I wonder who would be on that list?”
I let it drop and went to my desk as he pulled a chair up beside me.
First I listed all the governments that had purchased the ’Miracle Stocks’ with the date of purchase and also the date of sale. It was soon evident that several small governments had been hit hard; they had purchased late at an increased price and sold well after the price had dropped through the floor or else they still had the stocks.
There were twelve governments that Klaus was interested in and they were scattered all over the world but always in a tropical climate. We spent several hours researching the history of a few of them that Klaus was not familiar with.
It was getting late; actually we had passed late and were coming up on early as the sun began to peak though the trees.
I had been holding it as long as I could but it was now time to go. I got back in the shower expecting another bloody mess. I removed the condom to find the tissue paper was stuck to my cock. I would deal with that later right now I needed to go.
A small stream came out the normal pee hole; the tissue became wet around the PA piercing and to a lesser degree at the new apadravya piercing. The stream was all yellow, not even a little pink but all yellow. The bleeding had stopped.
The tissue was wet enough that it literally fell off. I turned the water on to rinse off a final time. I dried myself and then checked the snow-white towel for any signs of blood. It was still snow white; the bleeding had stopped in less than eight hours.
Klaus decided to find Kathy and go home. I turned on the surveillance cameras and checked the wall full of monitors. I found her in one of the bedrooms attached to the basement playroom. She and Sandy were fast asleep with their arms around each other.
Klaus decided to spend what was left of the night in one of the guestrooms; I bid him, “Good night,” and went to bed myself.
Sandy woke me at noon to report that lunch was ready. I hadn’t paid much attention to the household staff lately and had no idea who was in charge of the kitchen now that Jack had become Jacque and was operating his own restaurant.
I got up and stumbled into the bathroom to take a leak. To my surprise there was absolutely no discomfort and better yet, no blood.
In the kitchen I discovered that Art was the new cook. I asked Sandy how long he had been the household chef, “He has been in charge just a couple days but he has been working under Jack for a couple weeks.”
Interesting, I assumed that June would have taken over the housekeeping duties and that Marie had switched her allegiance to the new restaurant also.
The meal was served buffet style with a selection that was far beyond what I would have expected on a Saturday; nothing really fancy but all the right kind of food to suit my tastes. I didn’t see anything that looked like it would have a French name, which was a relief.
I started down the serving line to find there were also all the items for a full breakfast as well as a normal lunch. I had my plate loaded before it occurred to me that I wasn’t the only late riser in the group. People were coming in still rubbing their eyes and yawning and they were coming from the playroom. I began to think that I had missed a heck of a party.
There were many nice pink butts as well as pink titties and several well-used cocks on display when I got around to looking for such things. Hey, with only four or five hours sleep it takes me a while to get up to full speed.
Sandy and I took the last two empty chairs at the table and while we ate I counted over fifty people that came in, filled a plate and went back out again. So far I hadn’t seen anyone other than the household staff that I recognized and they were all young people.
As I watched they seemed to all be in a good mood; there was joking and horseplay as well as hand holding and hugging. Finally I saw someone I knew, Jerry. I waved him over to the table and asked him if he had anything to do with the large group that was here.
He looked surprised and glanced at Sandy, who hung her head. He explained that I had been so busy all week that he had asked Sandy if he could use the playroom for the weekend. Sandy nodded her head in agreement.
Apparently he was proud of what he had accomplished, a hundred seniors from several different schools, all qualified members here for a weekend of play and study. Finals were next week so afternoons and evening were spent cramming while nights were for play and mornings for sleeping.
Jerry was excited about the prospects of having all of them actually graduate. From his perspective the change in activities would intensify the experience of learning as well as the playing.
This would be the first sizeable group from the schools and if he was correct our little city was going to have a bunch of college educated hot shots wanting to change everything around. Now that isn’t all bad, some things need to change.
Sandy and I finished eating and we decided to take a little stroll outside. The patio was full of people and so was the pool. I found two empty lounge chairs and we sat down to survey the landscape. There was a lot of pretty landscape to survey too, many nice young bodies to watch and dream about.
Yeah, dream. No action for me for several weeks thanks to Sandy. I finally asked her how long she had been planning to put me on the sideline. She giggled, “Actually it was a group effort but it worked out beautifully.”
“We will see how well you think it worked when you discover that the coil is going to stay until this new piercing is healed and Frank said that will take six months.”
All she said was, “Oops,” but she didn’t seem all that upset.
Klaus came outside with a full plate and started looking around. When He saw me he came directly over and asked Sandy to go find Kathy and tell her where he was.
He didn’t beat around the bush, “I didn’t know you had all these kids here this weekend but I like it.” I explained why there were here and that Jerry had promised all of them jobs upon graduation. He just nodded as he continued to eat.
When his plate was empty he asked, “How can we find out what kind of shape those small countries are in?”
“I think Jeff will be able to determine that much better than we can.”
“Then let’s go see Jeff,” was his immediate reply as he stood up.
Jeff was not all that enthused about a research project on the weekend but Klaus was insistent. When he finally realized that he intended to buy a country he laughed.
Klaus was not amused, “What is so funny?”
“Are you sure you want all of those headaches?”
“I don’t want any headaches, just a country to call my own.”
“In that case there are small islands all over the Caribbean that can be purchased but making them an independent country is another matter.”
“How big is small?”
“Some are just a couple acres and some are as large as ten or twelve square miles.”
“I’d like for it to be at least ten square miles so that it is large enough for an airfield.”
Jeff just shook his head, “I’ll see what I can do but it won’t be cheap.”
“How much is ‘not cheap’?”
“I’m guessing but I think it will be in the area of half a billion dollars.”
Klaus never even blinked, “That’s fine. See what’s available.”
Jeff just raised an eyebrow as he picked up the phone. It seemed that he dialed at least twenty numbers before he waited for someone to answer. He identified himself with a number code that was as long as my arm before asking,”What little country is in serious financial trouble that would be willing to sell some territory to recover?”
He waited a few minutes and began writing. He filled two pages of a legal size yellow tablet before he hung up.
He turned toward Klaus and me, “Believe it or not there are several French controlled islands that are available. The British also have a few that have been costing them a bloody fortune in welfare.” He stopped and pointed to a section of his writings he had circled, “This is probably the best deal, a group of three islands not too far from the Bahamas. Two of the islands are inhabited; the third is off limits due to a voodoo curse that was placed on it centuries ago. You would not have a privacy problem, at least not from the natives.”
Klaus was unable to sit still by this point; he was pacing back and forth and talking to himself. Finally he stopped, “Whom do we need to talk to?”
“This group is claimed by the French.”
“Can you have an offer forwarded to them directly?”
“Sure but they are notoriously slow in responding; it may take days to get an answer.”
Klaus though for a few seconds, “Offer them two billion dollars for the group if the offer is accepted within one hour. Have the offer reduced by fifty million dollars every hour thereafter. It must be a complete transfer with the entire set of standard rights an independent country would have.”
Jeff grinned, nothing like forcing their hand. He again dialed a long string of numbers and relayed what we wanted to someone and hung up.
I poured a fresh cup of coffee and got ready for a long wait, Klaus was still pacing and Jeff just leaned back and put his feet up on his desk.
I used Jeff’s computer to pull up a map of the Caribbean to see exactly what we were bidding on. To my surprise the largest and most central island of the group was the one with the curse. I searched for some history of the group of islands but only found one rather short page that indicated that some rebellious slaves had been executed there almost two hundred years ago, which lead to the curse.
I heard what sounded to me like a muted klaxon and Jeff immediately dropped his feet to the floor, opened a desk drawer and answered a phone that was hidden there.
He listened for only a few seconds before saying, “I will get back to you soon.”
“You got their attention but they want three billion for the group of islands.”
Without a moment’s hesitation Klaus said, “Tell them I’m sorry I bothered them.”
In less than two minutes there was another message, “Two billion is a fair offer; all paper work to follow.”
Jeff laughed out loud, “I love it; making those Frogs jump to your tune.”
Klaus was chuckling also, “Can you have the legal eagles check the papers before I transfer the money?”
“Sure, it will take a couple hours though.”
Klaus thought for only a second, “Send a message that the time to check paperwork will not be deducted from the bid price unless errors are found.”
He laughed, “I’ll bet the paperwork will be in good order.”
Klaus decided that we would stay and wait for the papers to arrive. I made a fresh pot of coffee and we chatted about a little bit of everything including the piercing class last night. Jeff was pleased with the classes as it helped with the sales of the jewelry that was needed.
He grinned a little, “We need to have Sandy at all of them. I have a dozen orders for coils such as she has plus several for nipple stretchers too.”
“If you sell Sandy any more jewelry I will have the goon squad looking for you.”
He laughed, “I didn’t sell her any jewelry.”
I looked at him as I tried to figure out how she got that barbell. Jeff just couldn’t keep a straight face and started to grin. I said, “Alright, what’s the rest of the story?”
Klaus began to laugh then Jeff said, “I really didn’t sell her any jewelry.” He paused for almost a minute, “I gave it to her.”
With friends like him I sure didn’t need any enemies. Klaus was still laughing but this time I was sure he was laughing at me. Jeff decided that a clothes rack at the other end of the store needed some attention.
As I was trying to decide if I wanted to strangle him or just break an arm or two his weird sounding phone went off again. He rushed back to his office to answer it. After a few minutes he hung up and turned to Klaus, “You now own three Caribbean Islands or will as soon as the money is transferred.”
Klaus sat down at the computer and made the transfer. The deal was done.
He looked up and smiled, “I own my own country.”
Jeff broke in to say, “There is a six months waiting clause which is normal they tell me. You can take possession any time after October first.”
“Can I start any construction before that?”
“Sure but you will need permission from the current government.”
Klaus shook his head, “I don’t think so.” He paused for a few moments and told Jeff to send a message requesting permission to begin excavation and construction. Permission was granted in less than an hour.
All the way back to the house all Klaus could talk about was all the things he wanted to do to the islands although he had no idea what they looked like except for the brief description on the internet.
I breathed a sigh of relief as it finally dawned on me that there would be a considerable delay while surveying and planning was completed to say nothing about the niceties that would be required such as drafting a constitution and all the thousands of laws that would be needed. This would take at least a couple months before serious activities began and could very easily postpone everything until the first of the year.
It was getting dark by the time we returned to the Manor to find all of the collage kids were still there and drifting in and out of the kitchen constantly. Art was doing a magnificent job of keeping finger foods and sandwiches available. I poured a cup of coffee and picked up a couple sandwiches.
Sandy and Kathy were lounging by the pool watching the kids play in the water. Klaus and I went to my office to begin a list of all the items that would be required when it became time to take over the new property but his heart wasn’t in it after seeing all the cute young things running around the house.
I activated the cameras in the playroom just to watch his reactions; I didn’t have long to wait before his feeling would have been obvious to anyone who wasn’t blind. The list would have to wait; Klaus was headed toward the action.
I tagged along to watch only, which is better than the nothing I was facing for the next six months. A cute little girl was tied over a whipping bench and her assumed boyfriend or husband was doing a remarkable job of covering her pretty ass cheeks with bright pink lines using a light strap. She was making some nice noises but wasn’t in any kind of distress as far as I could tell.
Surprisingly my freshly perforated equipment was responding to the delightful scene painlessly. As I was wondering what to do about that Kathy and Sandy walked in, well actually they were shuffling to minimize the movement between their legs.
Kathy said, “Would you look at that?” as she pointed at my cock.
Sandy giggled, “I don’t think it’s nearly as ready as it’s pretending to be.”
Very funny, there was nothing wrong with my arms and legs. I stood up and took her hand leading her to a whipping bench beside the other girl. I secured her over it so that her nice shinny coil was in plain sight before I began to whip her with a light flogger.
With each stroke the coil moved slightly and she was soon moaning in frustration. As I continued she began to raise her ass as high as the restraints would permit. Soon she had a minor orgasm so I stopped for a few minutes before releasing her and moving her to an examination table. I secured her in a full spread eagle position, removed her nipple stretchers and began to use the flogger on her nipples.
She was moaning after just a few light strokes so I moved to whipping her lower stomach to cause some movement of the coil with each stroke .Her low scream began as another orgasm soon took place but I continued with the strokes until she was having a continuous orgasm that lasted for ten minutes before I stopped. She was in subspace now.
I left her there as I leisurely walked to the lounge area, opened a can of pop and lit a cigarette; it would be some time before she would be able to continue.
Klaus soon joined me and started a discussion of what type of government should be installed for the new property. We discussed the pros and con of various arrangements for over an hour without coming to any conclusions.
I noticed Sandy was now awake and looking around; time to continue her entertainment or torture, depending on your point of view.
She had received enough strokes; it was time to change the program. A feather slowly drawn across her clit verified this conclusion as she screamed loud and long from the sensation. Hmm it must have been a little sensitive.
A few minutes of tickling her nipples and she was squirming all over the table. A few more minutes of softly running up and down her ribs and she was nearly hysterical.
I stuck the tip of the feather in her belly button and she lost it completely; giggling, screaming, moaning and emitted several other sounds that were hard to identify.
I stood back and watched her for a couple minutes and realized my cock was at full attention again. I was much too early to even consider any actions that would relieve it but what the hell; I was going to try anyway.
Three slow strokes with the feather across her clit and she was lost in a full-blown orgasm again. Before she recovered I turned her over on the table so that she was face down with her head over the end of the table.
I rummaged through the cabinets for several minutes until I found that hated item, a condom. My new piercing was much too fresh to take a chance of infection so it was a necessary evil as far as I was concerned.
I put the hated item in place for the first time except to control bleeding in well over forty years and returned to the now coherent Sandy. I tapped her lips with the tip of my aroused equipment to let her know what was expected. She opened wide and lowered her head. Okay so far, now I would find out if I was up to this or not.
As she ran her tongue around the tip the sensations were somewhat subdued due to the covering; I felt this was going to take a lot longer than I wanted.
She slowly accepted more of my cock and began to suck it properly. I felt a few minor sensations; almost a tickle actually. Her teeth bumped the bar on the end of the barbell and that let me know that the piercing was still sore. Oh well, a little discomfort wasn’t going to stop me at this point.
I told her to open wide and hold still, I would do the moving from this point on. Surprisingly she never gagged and after ten minutes of half-hearted thrusting I finally manage to cum. I guessed I would have to get used to condoms for a few weeks.
I released her from the table and proceeded to the shower area to remove that thing and get cleaned up. I was surprised that there wasn’t any blood so the activities hadn’t created any damage so it must have been healing properly.
I returned to the lounge area and we had another soda pop before heading toward the bedroom.
Sandy was out like a light as soon as her head hit the pillow. I completed my fifteen-minute soaking routine and joined her in bed.