It was well past eight before I opened my eyes to discover I was alone in the room. I would chase her down later; right now it was bathroom time and then fifteen minutes of soaking my rather sore equipment. Condom or no condom there would not be any more activity for at least a couple days.
After a nice warm shower I decided that my office could wait and walked to the kitchen. All the college kids were still running around, a lot of nice titties and bouncing buns everywhere.
I got a cup of coffee and a couple pancakes and sat down at the table to avoid the temptation of patting some of those cute butts. There should be a law or at least a city ordinance against girls running around naked in from of a disabled man. Oh well, at least I could still look.
I was considering a second helping when Klaus, Kathy and Sandy came in from the patio. They all waved and Klaus asked if I’d gotten enough sleep. Funny.
They fixed their plates and sat down at the table with Klaus beside me. Before he took the first bite of food he was chattering about the possibilities the new property presented. I listened for several minutes before reminding him that pancakes were better when warm. He took the hint finally and shut up for a while.
When he finished his coffee he started again. I held up my hands to get him to take a deep breath so I could say, "You need to talk to Jim and Paul about all of this stuff."
He grinned, "They will be here at nine to discuss it."
Great, another Sunday spent on business. I got another cup of coffee and tried to relax, this was going to take the rest of the day.
Paul and Tammy were the first to arrive and went straight to the food. By the time there were seated Jim and his wife had also arrived. That meant I could get yet another cup of coffee.
When everyone was done eating the four of us went to my office to discuss the situation.
The first item was the problem of ‘Nilla construction workers. It was decided that there would not be a curfew. The basic construction would be completed before the property was occupied. Any additional work would be done by members only. Jim was somewhat concerned by this but I suggested that he could have any of his workers screened for membership if he felt they would be good additions to the group.
Next was what to do with the people occupying the two outer islands. Several ideas were discussed but with the limited information it wasn’t possible to come to a conclusion. This problem was put in Paul’s capable hands for the moment as was the paperwork situation.
I had lunch served in my office to prevent word of the new property getting out to the other members. Klaus ate like he was in a race and started talking while everyone else was only halfway through. When he finally discovered that no one was listening to him he poured a cup of coffee and got quiet for a change.
When the remains of the meal had been removed Klaus proceeded to lay out what he wanted for buildings and landscaping. This took a couple more hours and when he was done Jim deferred any judgment until he had a chance to see what he was getting into.
I got on my computer and started looking for airline tickets and then a charter service located in the Bahamas.
Jim and Paul were going to inspect the new property personally. They would be leaving DFW airport at 10 Monday morning, spend the night in the Bahamas and fly to the property in a chartered floatplane. The plane would stay with them as long as they needed to be there.
Paul wanted to take Tammy along which was fine with me so Jim asked for the same arrangements.
I pronounced the meeting closed and stood up while Klaus still wanted to discuss other matters. "Lets wait for the reports they bring back and then we will know what we are talking about."
As Paul and Klaus were leaving my office I asked Jim to stay; I needed to know who was going to replace him during the week or two he would be at the new property.
"Who is your second in command?"
"Raymond Stevens is my backup, a good hand."
"Is he a member though?"
"No, but I feel he will qualify or I wouldn’t have him in that position."
"Good. Get a hold of him and have him come here today while Jerry is still here, we need to see if he will qualify before you leave."
He picked up the phone, spoke for just a few seconds and hung up, "He’ll be here in ten minutes."
I checked the surveillance screen and located Jerry by the pool. I asked Jim to bring him to my office while I got dressed and prepared to meet Raymond.
He arrived driving a black Corvette. He was a big guy, well over six foot, about thirty-five and well built; I met him at the front entrance and immediately escorted him to my office.
As I poured coffee for both of us as Jim and Jerry arrived fully dressed also. Jim introduced Raymond to Jerry and we chatted about the progress of the various projects for a few minutes to determine how up to date he was on everything that was happening before I got to the point.
"Jim is going to be out of touch for a couple weeks and I wanted to meet the man who is going to try to fill his shoes; do you feel you will be able to do that?"
He looked at Jim’s feet and then at his own. "That may be a problem, his shoes aren’t big enough to fit me," he said with a grin.
We all had a good laugh at that, but it also indicated that he was more than willing to step into the job.
I asked him if he had any idea why there was a weekday curfew. "Well, I have seen a lot of bare skin on a few occasions and suspect this is a nudist retreat or some such thing."
"I see. For you to do the job efficiently you will need to be able to move freely at all times not just on weekdays."
"I understand, what do I need to do, pledge allegiance to Project Central?"
"Something like that. Jerry has a few tests for you to complete for a full evaluation."
Jerry looked unhappy, "I don’t have any of them with me."
"No problem, I have the complete set that you sent me for approval a long time ago. We can make copies of them or I can print them from the computer."
Raymond looked at both of us, "Then let’s get started."
I dug through a file drawer and finally came up with the full set of documents, all fifty pages of them. This was going to take a couple hours and he would also have to pass the physical examination on Monday.
Jerry sorted through the papers and handed several of the pages to Raymond. He glanced at them and commented, "These don’t have anything to do with construction."
"No they don’t, but they have everything to do with qualifying for membership in the inner community." I stood up and said, "Have fun," As I headed for the door with Jim close behind me. "I’ll be on the patio when you’re finished or if you need me for any reason."
Jim and I relaxed on the patio and watched the collage kids play for a couple hours before I noticed Jerry, still fully dressed, come out of the house. The collage kids noticed him also and began to hoot and holler at him. He just waved at them and continued walking towards me.
"He qualifies with flying colors," was his first comment.
"Good, Then I will invite him to dinner at Jacob’s. I suppose you want to bring all those kids too?"
"I would like to if you don’t mind."
"Sure, why not. Jacob will love you for it."
Jerry began the process of getting all of the kids together so that he could make the announcement and give them instructions on the dress codes.
Jim and I went back to my office to congratulate Raymond on his acceptance into the group. He was still not fully aware of what he had joined but a trip to Jacob’s would certainly get his attention.
I suggested we all go out to the patio and see how Jerry was progressing in his efforts to get everyone together. We passed Sandy and Kathy who were sitting in the kitchen, naked of course.
Raymond did a double take as the rest of us walked by as if everything was normal. As we stepped outside we were met with the view of all the collage kids standing around Jerry.
Raymond stopped dead in his tracks. He was trying to look in all directions at the same time. Jim and I laughed at him and he blushed but grinned, "I love it."
There was a little problem with the transportation to Jacob’s; the bus that was parked behind the house was designed for sixty passengers. There were one hundred kids and eighty was about all that could be packed into the bus safely. I volunteered to take as many as could get in the van and Jim was also driving a van. Klaus said he would go home and get his car. Raymond got into the act also and offered to give one of the girls a lift in his Corvette. He had seven volunteers in less than a minute.
I could take several if some of them could sit on the floor so I suggested that everyone get dressed if they wanted to and we would get loaded into the vehicles in half an hour.
The collage kids didn’t have the special clothing that was usually seen at Jacob’s but they improvised wonderfully. The girls decided to all go topless regardless of whether they had any decorations or not. Those with genital decorations just wore a belt instead of a shirt or shorts.
The guys with tattoos went without shirts; if they had decorations such as a PA they just left their pant unzipped for the display. Jacob was going to go nuts.
Finally everyone was loaded into the vehicles for the short drive to the restaurant. I lead the way with Raymond right behind me. I used the handicap parking and waited for him to catch up before entering the building. He had chosen a cute little blonde who was only wearing a belt to ride with him and she was holding his arm like they were long-term friends.
Jacob greeted us warmly and I told him there were over a hundred people on the way. He gasped, "I don’t have enough staff to handle a crowd like that."
I just said, "Do the best you can."
I led the way to the large conference room in the rear as Jacob tried to get the rest of the group to follow me.
Raymond walked into a couple of chairs on the way to the conference room as he was looking in all directions again.
When everyone was settled Jacob came to me, "It will take an hour to serve all of these people; I just don’t have that many staff here on Sunday nights."
I stood up and got everyone’s attention. "Jacob has a problem."
There was a chorus of boos from the kids.
"He needs more people to help him. Are there any volunteers?"
Several of the kids stood up. Jacob looked at them and said, "Thank you. Please follow me."
Within minutes all the orders were taken and drinks were on the table. It finally occurred to me that the volunteers were also part-time employees here. They had volunteered mainly because a group this size would generate a sizable tip as the tips were calculated as a percentage of the total check and this check would probably be well over two thousand dollars.
Several other people joined us as they had friends and acquaintances here. Paul and Tammy came in as well as Bill and Cora.
Raymond was totally engrossed in trying to see everything at the same time and the little blonde who’d ridden with him finally hit him on the arm to get his attention. There was a sheepish grin on his face.
The volunteers finished serving everyone and then set the table for their own dinners. When the meal was completed they even cleared the tables. I was betting they each would receive about $50.00 for their help, which was a lot of pocket money for struggling students.
When we returned to the Manor the kids all got dressed, packed their stuff and about half of them got on the bus. Jerry would take them to the second bus that was parked near Jacques, the other upscale restaurant where the other twenty kids had been working, then return for the rest of the group.
Raymond made arrangements for the blonde girl who rode with him to call the next time she was in the city.
It had been a long day for me, I found Sandy and we sacked out a little early to get a head start on Monday.
Well, it was Monday alright. The coffee pot in my office refused to get hot. In fact it refused to do anything; this was a major problem. I went to the kitchen to discover they didn’t have an extra so I went to the playroom and swiped that one.
Finally, a cup of coffee.
The news on the web was rather blasé. The political turmoil was over except for a few diehards in France. Most of the corrupt politicians had resigned and the few that were trying to tough it out weren’t having much luck.
Starting in Australia I followed the stock prices around the world to England. The ‘Miracle Stocks’ were slowly becoming more valuable. The Blue Chips were also advancing slowly as it should be.
I looked at all the news coverage but was unable to find anything pertaining to the new property that had been purchased. That was fine with me, the less publicity the better. There would be enough of that when activities started there.
Sandy had showered and left before I was ready to shut the computer down and now when I looked at the time it was past eight. Bill would be in his office and I wanted to see him.
I got dressed. I sure would be glad when the construction was done and the curfew could be lifted; and drove to his office.
Bill wasn’t having a very good Monday either. One of the trucks had blown a tire and ended up on its side scattering lumber all over the interstate. He was trying to get another truck there to clean up the mess.
I got a cup of coffee and poured a second cup setting it on Bill’s desk and waited while he arranged for a wrecker and a rental truck plus a crew to load up all the scattered and damaged lumber.
Finally he leaned back in his chair, "Now all I have to do is convince Jim that he can use the framing crews to do something else for the day."
I smiled at that, "Jim won’t even know it happened."
"Oh yes he will, he watches the shipments like a cat watches a mouse, ready to pounce at any minute."
"Jim is on his way to Dallas right now to catch a flight to some new property that has been purchased."
"Does that mean what I think it means; another hundred projects?"
"There will be at least that many but it won’t start for a few months yet.
"Then I don’t want to hear about it now."
"My coffeemaker quit working."
"Then go to the supermarket and get another one."
"Nope, I want a good one this time, like the ones in the restaurants."
He just grunted and dialed a number on his phone, "Send a coffee maker to the Manor and someone to hook it up."
"Thank You."
When I didn’t get up to leave he asked, "What else?"
I hesitated a little then went straight into it, "We may need some large aircraft."
"How large is large?"
"A couple 737s would be nice and maybe a 747 too."
"What about the small planes I have on order?"
"We’ll still need them. We’re going to need a sea going tugboat and a couple barges too. Don’t order anything right now but check on availability and cost. The boat and barges will be short term only; about a year and a lease would be fine for them. The planes will be long-term and purchasing them would probably be the better way to go."
"So the new property is offshore."
I let that slide and said, "Good bye."
My next stop was to see Jerry; I needed information and didn’t want anyone to be blabbing about what I wanted.
After the niceties were over I asked, "Do we have any members with flying experience?"
"Yes, there are several that I remember."
"Do you have information on what type of aircraft they are qualified to operate?"
"Some but I’m sure it’s not complete, that isn’t part of the application."
"I understand, but I need that information. It may be necessary to call them in and ask."
"I can just phone them."
"For the time being this is a secret operation, I don’t want a lot of rumors running around."
"I want you to also check all of the tests and see if any of them give an indication that they would like to continue flying or if they are currently employed as pilots if they might be interested in making a change of employment."
"I also need the same information on anyone that is a licensed ships’ captain."
He started to say something but I held my hand up, "Don’t even ask and this conversation is confidential."
I left him as he was still trying to figure out what I was up to.
Jeff was the next stop but it was lunchtime and he wasn’t there so I just browsed around the store until he returned.
He was glad to see me for some reason; which usually meant he was up to something. I poured a cup of coffee and sat down in his office to wait for him to tell me what was on his mind. It didn’t take long before he let me in on it.
Washington was still trying to find the guy that had injured two of their men and kidnapped Monica right in the middle of Dallas. Jeff was having a ball running them around in circles.
"They have convinced themselves it was a well planned attack by persons unknown. Since her husband was killed they have concluded that she is probably dead also and have stopped looking for her. They managed to get a video tape of the cars leaving the airport that was taken by one of the dash mounted cameras in a police cruiser that was at the check point but it doesn’t seem to tell them much either. They sent it to me to see if I agreed with them on which of the vehicles they felt were suspicious and should be investigated. Would you like to see it?"
"Sure, why not?"
Jeff had the tape reduced to pictures in a Power Point type format with several pictures of each vehicle they were questioning. I didn’t see anything in the pictures that would warrant further investigation but if they wanted to chase their tails that was fine with me.
Finally the last suspicious vehicle flashed on the screen. It was my old van; luckily the camera angle didn’t show the license plate. I had put on a pretty good show for the camera even though I didn’t know it was there. I had slipped my lower teeth out and jutted my lower jaw forward and let the lower lip fold out. It would be impossible for anyone to identify me from that fuzzy, out of focus picture. Luckily Monica was sitting back in the seat beside me and didn’t even show in the picture.
I turned to Jeff, "They need better cameras."
He laughed, "I just thought you might like to see what they are looking at. Actually I added your picture to the list; they didn’t give it a second glance."
"If I know the Feds they will continue to chase through that list until Hell freezes over; I think it’s time for that little van to disappear."
He leaned backing in his chair, put his feet on the desk and nodded his agreement, "This place won’t be the same without it though."
I had to laugh at that, "For months everyone has wanted me to get a different vehicle and now that the time has come you want to consider it a landmark or something like that."
"As long as I’m going to purchase a vehicle I might as well purchase a way to make the old one disappear. What are the chances of purchasing a C-130?"
Now that got his attention, his feet hit the floor with a thud and he sat up straight in his chair, "Nothing like thinking big, huh; what do you intend to do, shove it out of the plane over the ocean?"
"Nothing that dramatic, just move it where it will never be found."
"It would be a lot cheaper to just dig a hole and bury it."
"I still want the plane."
"I’ll see what I can find. The military is starting to replace them with a newer model based on the 767; there should be one available somewhere."
"Good, see what you can find and while you are at it see if you can locate a service that will rebuild it quickly including a full paint job."
I left Jeff still shaking his head.
My plans for the rest of the day were now modified; a different vehicle was now a priority so I headed over to Harold’s dealership to see what was available. I parked in front of the showroom but went directly to the used car lot and began to browse through several rows of used cars and vans.
By the time I had walked by a half dozen cars there was a salesman heading toward me. There were several vehicles that were attractive but I had gotten used to the van and had pretty much decided that was what I wanted but they seemed to be in short supply. There were several SUVs but that really wasn’t what I wanted.
The salesman finally caught up with me and asked what I had in mind. When I told him his face dropped and he stated there were only three or four of them on the lot and they were in the back row. I suggested that he get the keys for them while I walked there to look them over.
Not much of a selection, a couple Ford mini vans and a Plymouth Voyager. At the end of the row there was a full size Dodge van with a wild multi-color green paintjob. It didn’t seem to have been in a collision as there was no evidence of a repair.
As I was walking around it the salesman drove up, talk about lazy. He unlocked it and the interior was good except for noticeable wear on the two front captains chair type seats. There were curtains and blinds on all the rear windows and enough electrical plugs to run an office plus a whole panel full of switches for different types of interior lighting. Yeah, I’m a sucker for gadgets sometimes.
I drove it a few miles and discovered it had a much more solid feel than the little van I had driven for so long. I made a list of what I wanted done to it; new front shocks, reupholster the front seats, repair the noise in the right front wheel and replace the noisy timing chain in the engine.
He looked at me like I was crazy when I told him to get it taken care of and deliver it to the Manor; of course I didn’t say "Manor" just deliver it to my house.
His reply was, "I can’t do that without a major deposit."
I gave him my name and told him to check with Harold personally, "I will expect it to be in my driveway by Friday with all the repairs and paperwork completed and also with handicapped plates."
As I walked away from him he was scratching his head and looking totally bewildered. Sometimes I can be a real S.O.B. particularly when I am more or less forced to do something I really don’t want to do.
As my old van came into view I saw two men looking at it and apparently having a conversation. The one in a suit seemed rather upset while the one in the uniform was just nodding.
As I got to the van and opened the door the one in the suit asked, "Who the hell are you?"
The mood I was in I quickly answered, "None of you business," and continued to get in the car.
He grabbed the door and reached as if to grab my arm and I quickly said, "Don’t do it," and he dropped his hand.
The ‘Rent-A-Cop’ dialed a number on his cell phone but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. The guy in the suit pulled a car across behind the van so that I couldn’t leave so I got out and walked into the sales office.
The girl at the desk recognized me this time and even said, "Hi," when she saw me. I asked if Harold was in and she said yes but he had someone in his office and invited me to have a chair if I wanted to wait.
I sat down and began to scan through an old Time magazine. It didn’t take long before the ‘suit’ showed up and began yelling about where I had parked my van. I honestly had no idea what his problem was and just ignored him as best I could. This was not the place to have a physical confrontation besides he was only about thirty and a lot bigger than me, it seems everyone is bigger than me, my belly not withstanding.
When he threatened to whip my ass and break my neck I finally had enough of him and stood up to leave with every intention of ramming his car and pushing it out of the way. He rushed me just as Harold opened his office door.
I ducked low and caught one of his feet with my hand and he went sprawling into a small table and then across the floor. Damn, I had done it again, and the only reason I was here was because of the two FBI goons I had ‘damaged’.
The girl at the desk gasped and then laughed.
Harold just stood there for a second before asking, "What’s going on Shirley?"
The girl at the desk, Shirley, did a fantastic job of relaying an accurate description of the events.
Harold finally asked, "What is the matter with you, Sam?"
So the guy in the suit was Sam.
About that time the Sheriff walked in, apparently the ‘Rent a Cop’ had called him. Sam was finally standing but holding his right arm and moaning; apparently he had hit it on the table.
Shirley did a second replay for the sheriff.
Sheriff Wise looked at Sam and then at me, "Do you want to press charges?"
I looked at Sam as he was moaning, "No, from the way he is holding that arm he has been punished enough."
The used car salesman made an appearance to see Harold about the van I was buying but decided to wait several feet away.
Sam said, "I got to go to the hospital."
The sheriff commented, "The closest one is in Hopeful." He turned to me, "The security guard here said you had parked in a handicapped space without the tag on your mirror."
"I sure did."
"You can’t do that."
"Did you check the plates on the van?"
He walked over to the big windows in the front of the office where he could see the handicapped plate on the front of the van then walked back shaking his head, "You mean this was all because the guard didn’t check the plates?"
"I guess so but this is the first I’ve had a clue what the problem was."
Harold finally entered the conversation, "I thought Sam was smarter than that."
The Guard decided it was time to say something, "Mister Sam done told me to tell him if’en anyone ever parked thar that ain’t got no blue tag a hangin on their mirror. He ain’t never said nuttin about them thar license plates". He was a good looking kid but sounded like he just came out of the backwoods of Arkansas.
Harold just shook his head, "Well, take Sam’s car and drive him to the hospital." The guard hurriedly helped Sam into the car that was blocking my van and drove away.
The sheriff walked over to me and offered his hand, "I’m sorry about the fuss. I hope you aren’t injured."
I shook his hand, "I’m okay just a little teed off."
"I also want to thank you for the fine job you are doing in helping me clean up the county."
"No thanks needed, just part of running a city."
Finally Harold asked if I wanted to see him. "Not now, I was just going to ask what Sam’s problem is but that situation seems to have been settled."
A frown came over his face, "Sam is the son of my wife’s sister and can’t hold a job anywhere. I was doing her a favor by hiring him as sales manager but he has run a lot of customers away and it’s now time for him to go."
The used car salesman thought he saw an opening and walked over to us and Harold asked him what he wanted.
"Sir, this gentleman wants to buy a used van but he wanted some repairs made to it before it will be delivered. He didn’t want to leave a deposit and suggested that I check with you about it."
Harold looked at me, "We sell new vans you know."
I laughed, "I can’t afford a new one."
Harold just shook his head and turned to the salesman, "Do whatever he wants."
I thanked Harold and headed back to Hopeful. I was going to have to talk to Frank about filling out some paperwork for me.
I noticed Sam’s car was parked at the public entrance to the hospital so I went in the employee entrance to locate Frank. As luck would have it he had just finished taking x-rays of Sam’s arm and we met in the hallway. Sam was staring daggers at me as I waved to Frank and said, "I need to see you as soon as you are free," and continued to his office.
There was just some unidentified something about Sam that didn’t sit right with me. I thought about it for a few minutes then called Robert; my intuition doesn’t often let me down. I asked him to lift the fingerprints from the door of my van; I wanted to know a little more about Sam.
Frank came into his office just as I put the phone down. I got right to the point; I needed a form that said I qualified for handicapped plates.
He just laughed at me, "I don’t think Sam would agree with that. By the way, we have enough to do here without you adding to the work load with broken bones."
I just knew I was going to hear about that so I just let it pass and demonstrated my problem. I have a hip that is somewhat damaged, I have been told it is a birth defect. It doesn’t really cause any problems but it is there.
He was still skeptical but agreed to fill out the form and send it to Harold using the guard as a courier.
I located the guard in the crowded waiting room and asked him to step outside with me. He was understandably hesitant but followed me anyway.
This was going to be difficult for him but I wanted to see if my impressions were correct. "I don’t want to embarrass you but what grade of school have you completed?"
He thought for a moment, "I were ina six grade when Daddy got killed in a loggin’ accident. I had ta quit that thar schoolin to hep Mamma with the other kids."
I suspected something like that, "We will have adult education classes starting in a few weeks. You are welcome to join if you wish."
"Thankee fur the offer but I ain’t got no money fur that kinda thing. Thar is still younguns at the house and I needs to be thar fur ‘em too."
"The classes are free, but if you can’t make it, I understand. If you should change your mind come and see me, Okay?"
He nodded and I headed the van toward the house. This was a terrible way to start the week.
Sandy and I watched a little TV until dinner was ready then turned in early. Sandy was also tired from a bad Monday so I just did my soaking routine and went to sleep.
Tuesday was a better day; the stocks were all doing exactly what I expected. I made the usual rounds to discover everything was running smoothly for a change.
Jeff had located a damaged C-130 that was parked on a military airfield in Nebraska. It would fly but needed a considerable amount of work on the end of the wing; a collision with a hanger door was the culprit. He was negotiating the purchase through the Military Surplus.
As long as I was there I bought a couple minor items also.
It was late in the afternoon before Jim called to report that they had arrived and had also completed a quick flight over the islands with the chartered plane.
The change in management of the construction projects went almost unnoticed and progress continued at the normal, hectic pace.
I stopped by the hospital to see Klaus; he looked like a mummy with all the bandages that were wrapped around his head; as usual when he is restricted by medical problems he was complaining. The bed was uncomfortable; the coffee was too weak; he wanted something solid to eat not just the broth and thin soup that could be sucked through a straw.
Kathy was laughing under her breath and I was having a problem keeping a straight face. I gave him a quick report on the stocks and let him know I had heard from Jim but didn’t have any details yet. Before he could ask a bunch of questions I got out of there.
I returned to the Manor and checked the stocks again; everything was still right on track. The news didn’t have anything that interested me at the moment so I shut the computer off.
My attention turned to my new piercing; the bar was about a half inch too long and got caught on everything. Frank had said it was to permit proper cleaning but I didn’t like it. I got the new barbells I had purchased from Jeff and went to the bathroom. I considered getting in the shower but finally decided to just sit on the stool.
I took the shorter of the two barbells out of the plastic bag and held it next to my cock to see if the length was right. There would be about and eighth of an inch of the bar protruding which seemed about right to leave space for the expected expansion.
I removed one of the balls from the new barbell and laid it aside for the moment. Now the tricky part; I removed the top ball from the apadravya, held the new bar in line with it and slowly pushed down forcing the old bar out of the piercing. I was hoping to be able to slide the new bar in at the same time.
Wow, it actually worked out as planned. Then came the hard part; trying to get the ball threaded back into the end of the bar on the bottom side of my cock. I fiddled with it for five minutes, dropped it a couple times but finally got it on.
I looked in the mirror, now this was a lot better. I rubbed the bottom of my cock just behind the head until I had created a complete erection. Now the balls were pulled tight against the head and would be in a much better position for any activities.
I had just put everything in a dresser drawer when Sandy walked into the bedroom with her pullover dress in her hand. She was ready for a shower and I decided to help her. As we washed each other she discovered the change and said, "I like this much better."
Without any warning she suddenly dropped to her knees and kissed the tip of the head before taking the whole soft thing into her mouth. So much for protection from infection.
She began to run her tongue around and around as it grew to full size. She raised her head up to take a look at it before continuing her talented task.
I stopped her before I really wanted to but I now had plans for the playroom tonight. I removed her butt plug and did my fifteen-minute soak just in case.
We decided that a big meal was not what we wanted so we got dressed, yuck, and went to Hamburger Heaven for dinner. A couple of cheeseburgers with fries filled the bill nicely. For some reason this brought back memories of long forgotten dates as a teenager at the local drive-in restaurant. Apparently it affected her the same way as we laughed and joked throughout the meal.
The mood continued as we drove through the inner city on our returned to the Manor, dropped our clothes in the bedroom and slowly, arm in arm, made our way to the playroom.
I had already decided what I wanted to do so I led her directly to a padded whipping bench. I secured her ankles almost three feet apart before bending her forward onto the bench that had cutouts for her breasts to hang free. I secured her wrists to the legs of the bench and patted her upturned butt.
I rummaged through the cabinets for a few things I would need as she relaxed in this new situation.
I applied a liberal amount of lotion to her ass cheeks and began a slow massage of the area that was punctuated with an occasion open handed slap that I knew would send vibrations to the coil in her lips.
Soon she was moaning and moving her ass cheeks as far as the restraints would permit. I stepped back to watch her wiggle. Did I mention-- yeah, I’m sure I have,
I attached one-pound weights to her already stretched nipples so that her movements would add another level of sensation.
Next I picked up a light strap, wrapping all but about six inches of it around my hand. I began to apply the six inches to her ass cheeks, lightly at first but slowly increased the intensity as her moans became more pronounced and the wiggles more extreme.
Five strokes to each cheek, a little lotion, increase the intensity just a little and do it again, over and over until she was ready to explode. As her low scream began I gently tapped the silver coil in her lips and she was lost in a glorious orgasm. I continued to tap the coil as one orgasm followed another until she was deep in sub space.
Time to give her a break in the action, I got a Coke and sat down in the lounge area where I had a good view of her nice pink buns with the brown spot in full view. Apparently she was experiencing some residual sensations as it would pucker up tight and then relax every few seconds. It was really something to see.
I felt something on the back of my neck as if a fly had landed there. I ran my hand over the area but there was nothing there. As I picked up the coke it happened again, again there was nothing there.
The third time I turned to see if I could spot that fly and put an end to his career only to discover Kathy standing behind me. She giggled and sat down in a chair beside me.
I asked her how Klaus was doing; her reply was what I expected. He was still bitching and complaining about everything. Frank had even threatened to handcuff him to the bed and run a tube down his throat so that he couldn’t talk anymore.
She had noticed where I was looking and after a couple minutes she said, "Wow, you really did a number on her. Look at that brown eye wink."
I laughed, "That’s a cute way to put it. It has been doing that for more than ten minutes so far."
"What in the world did you do to her to cause that?"
I felt that Kathy would be receptive to a little teasing, "I can show you if you want."
She looked at me in surprise, this was the first time I had even initiated the subject with her. I didn’t expect her reply, "Well, if that’s a genuine offer don’t just sit there; let’s get started."
I soon had her secured on another whipping bench right beside Sandy with the weights on her nipples and her ass ready for attention.
First the lotion and a lot of massage to those ass cheeks; even her brown spot as she was much more anal erotic than Sandy. She was soon moaning and it was time for the strap.
I used the same pattern on her as I had on Sandy, five strokes on each cheek, some more lotion and massage and repeat a little harder. She was soon wiggling also.
I patted her many genital piercings a few times then targeted her clit piercing for several taps to generate her orgasm. Of course I continued until she too was lost in sub space.
I returned to the lounge area and swallowed the last of the Coke.
By now Sandy was beginning to move a little so I returned to her and massaged her ass cheeks again, paying special attention to her butt hole this time.
When she began to moan I put a raincoat on the little man; yeah, a condom. I slowly and gently began to enter her brown spot. It was well stretched but the muscle control was still good so a little pressure was needed. In a little, rest, and then out. In a little further and rest. After six or eight tries the head popped in and full penetration was possible.
I began long, slow strokes making sure that my balls made contact with her silver ring with each stroke. Ten strokes were all it took for her to reach another monstrous orgasm. I continued to stroke in and out until she was again in sub space.
I pulled out of her and watched as her brown spot pulsed and slowly closed up and began doing the winking thing again. I stood there watching it for several minutes.
Kathy began to stir so I did the same with her, lots of lotion. A long massage and a slow but steady penetration so that my balls finally were able to make contact with her piercing and particularly her clit piercing.
Just a few strokes and with a long scream she was gone again.
I removed the condom and returned to Sandy who was moaning softly. I moved in front of her and touched her lips with the head of my cock and she opened her mouth eagerly. I held her head still as I absorbed the feeling and let the little man regain some of his composure before letting her slowly continue. She swallowed it all and I again held her still for a couple minutes before permitting her to raise and lower her mouth on my shaft.
I would stop her after every couple of strokes to make this moment last. Finally I just couldn’t bring myself to stop her again and I shot directly into her throat. She swallowed every drop and cleaned me up nicely.
I released both girls and helped them to the lounge area for a while to let then recover.
All three of us made our way to the bedroom and I suggested that Kathy could stay in the guest room if she didn’t want to go to her own home.
"I don’t want to go home, Klaus isn’t there. Can I sleep with you two tonight?"
Now I didn’t see that one coming but I really couldn’t object and Sandy had nodded that it would be all right.
I got into the bed, a girl on each side of me with their heads on my arms in such a manner that I could reach a titty on each side. I soon felt a hand on my cock and glanced down to discover that Kathy was holding it.
She giggled, "Sandy got to give you a blow job so now it is my turn."
As she got into position to do that Sandy turned on her side towards me so that I could nibble on her nipples in spite of the stretchers.
To my amazement I came in just a few minutes and the last thing I remember was Kathy holding my cock in her mouth as I drifted off to sleep.
Jim and Paul had spent a month in the Islands and returned with nice tans and a relaxed attitude. I think it was more vacation than work but well deserved at any rate.
Jim had returned with several videotapes of the islands as well as thousands of still photos while Paul brought back two hundred pounds of documents concerning everything from property ownership to international treaties.
Jim was ready to get started on the center island as soon possible and was in the process of relocating the heavy equipment to the coast to be loaded on the barges. He was sure he would be able to have temporary housing in place within two months.
Now, at the first week of July, they were both still working on the planning for the new property and were seldom seen around the city.
Day by day the progress on all the various projects was noticeable as many of them were finished and many more neared completion. Raymond had done a fantastic job of taking over the position of construction supervisor.
The new hospital was receiving the final touches and the first floor was already in use.
The housing for the migrant workers was all completed and the community center was to be opened the next week. The school was complete and staffing positions were filled with graduate students from the area colleges.
The airfield was complete except for the larger hangers. The fleet of commuter planes had been purchased and was undergoing repainting to the new color scheme. Two 737s and a 747 were also being readied for use.
Jeff had managed to get green cards for almost all the workers and of those that didn’t qualify because of traffic warrants and other minor infractions were screened for membership, three families qualified and were scheduled to move to the islands as part of the construction crew where citizenship was readily available.
Jeff had also managed to purchase the damaged C-130 and it had been moved to a repair facility for a complete overhaul. He bought a new seagoing tugboat that had been built for a company that had gone out of business. They had also ordered a dozen new barges and he bought them also.
The car dealership was open and operating and all the rundown jalopies in the migrant group were now in the police impound yard waiting for an auction to be held.
Jerry had located enough pilots within the community to fly the planes and had even located two men with captain’s papers to operate the tugboat.
The spring crops had all been harvested and the field replanted for the second crop.
The cosmetic surgery had removed all the major scars and actually changed Klaus’ appearance to the point that he was able move around the community unnoticed. Some makeup was still needed to cover the healing redness but that would disappear in another couple months.
The pretty silver coil had been removed from Sandy’s lower lips and even though they were only about three months old, all the piercings there had been stretched to 6-gauge and contained short barbells with oversized balls.
I also had made a change to a 6-gauge barbell in my apadravya piercing.
All in all, everything was either on track or completed and the number of construction workers required was drastically reduced. Upon the recommendation of Jim and Raymond many of them had been tested for membership and most passed with flying colors. All those who qualified were given a month’s leave of absences with pay to put their affairs in order for the move to the new property. Apparently the type of lifestyle we were enjoying was much more in demand that I had ever anticipated.
It was now time for me to make a trip there to see what had been accomplished.
THE END OF BOOK TWO: ‘THE CITY OF HOPEFUL’
BOOK THREE: ‘THE ISLANDS’ COMING SOON