Sandy reached over and hugged her and expressed her sympathies. Desiree burst into tears but continued, "When I attended his memorial I was approached by a government official with an offer of a job as a secretary and interpreter since I was fluent in Russian and English as well as French. I accepted the offer to be near my beloved husband."

As Sandy continued to comfort the sobbing girl I decided to let it be a girl/girl thing and went to the apartment. I fired up the computer and entered the private and confidential files of the psychology department in Hopeful and moved to the visitors files; Desiree’s file was there as I expected it to be.

I found that she was considered ‘Marginal’ as a potential member due to her narrow view of all sexual activity which was attributed to her parents’ restricting attitudes and beliefs. As an only child they were able to totally control her until she managed to earn a scholarship at a university in Paris which was away from her home town.

Her marriage to a Russian totally devastated her parents and there was a serious breach in their relationship from that point forward. She had not seen or spoken to them since shortly after the accident.

She avoided any contact that could lead to a relationship in memory of her dead husband but at the same time felt that she was tainted and considered by others as an easy marked as a widow.

Well, that answered several questions but didn’t supply any solutions as far as I could tell; I would have to talk to Jerry about this. I gave it up, took a shower and went to bed.

When I woke up Sandy was asleep beside me and Russell was sitting in the chair as usual. I passed up the coffee maker and headed to the cafeteria. I settled in the private room and began making phone calls; first to Klaus, then Jim and finally, Boris.

As they straggled into the room I noticed that Boris seemed the most awake of the three. After they had consumed a couple cups of coffee each I got this little meeting going.

"Okay Klaus, I need a lot more detail on you plans for Boris."

This seemed to wake him up some, "I want to drill three deep oil wells on South Island," He stated without disclosing anymore information than I already had.

Boris picked it up, "In Russia we have discover that oil is plentiful if the wells are deep enough. Russia is now producing more oil than Saudi Arabia and all of it from deep wells."

"How deep are these wells?"  

"They are nearly eight miles deep."

"How many men will be needed to complete the drilling?"

"At least two hundred, three twenty man crews for each well so that they can continue operations around the clock and be able to give them a day off from time to time."

I turned to Jim, "How long will it take to provide housing for two hundred couples on South Island?"

"With an all out crash program, at least a month to six weeks will be needed just for the basics. The first hotel has been completed on North Island so I have men available right now."

I turned back to Boris, "Do you have any men available?"

He smiled, "There are several full crews working in France that can become available quickly but I would not recommend having them on this island." I had to agree with that.

Back to Klaus, "Have you checked on the availability of drilling equipment?"

He nodded, "Bill has located three rigs capable of doing the job with a few modifications such as heavier gear boxes and more powerful engines."

"Good, have him get them ready for shipment in about two months. If you can find time I would like for you to take Boris to South Island so that he can see what he will have to work with there." Jim nodded his approval and Klaus decided he would like to tag along also.

That left me free to take Mark and Russell to the North Island to check on the manufacturing facilities there. I called Mark on my cell phone and ask that he go to my apartment and bring Russell to the cafeteria. While I was waiting for them to arrive I noticed Jerry in the serving line; I managed to get his attention and motioned for him to join me.

As he ate I asked how Betty was doing; he shook his head as he swallowed a mouth full of pancakes, "Not too well. She is beginning to overcome the hypnotic block and is remembering bits and pieces of the activities that have been hidden from her; however she believes she was the cause of abuse. She has a deep conviction that she needs to be severely punished for her past discretions."

I was glad it was his task to find a solution; this was way over my head.

Mark and Russell arrived and I explained what I had in mind for the day; they were more than interested. Mark commented that he had a few items he wished to take along so I suggested that he get them and meet Russell and me at the marina.

I checked with Sue to see if there was a thermos that I could borrow for the trip; she suggested I take the two gallon one that was used when the private room was hosting a major meeting. That sounded good to me.

Jim, Boris and Klaus were at the marina when Russell and I arrived. I suggested the Jim take the twin engine speed boat so that I could use the cabin cruiser which would be a much smoother riding craft for Russell’s sore ribs.

Mark arrived lugging a double sized briefcase that must have weighed fifty pounds. Soon we were pulling out of the cove.

We cruised along at a moderate speed to minimize unneeded bouncing around and arrived at the main dock at North Island in a couple hours.

Since the furniture factory was on the way to the more inland factories I led them on a tour of that operation. Mark was impressed by the quality products he saw; Russell didn’t have much to say, I think his ribs were giving him some discomfort.

We walked the mile or so to the main factory to discover that the rear part of the building that was still under construction had been severally damaged by the storm although the completed sections were untouched.

As soon as we entered the front office of Solar, Inc we were met by the plant manager, Brent Matheson. He went over the normal "Gee, I’m Good at My Job" speech most managers would make about the products and manufacturing capabilities. Mark soon became impatient with this and wanted to see the actual production areas.

Brent began the tour in the area where the support framework was manufactured and slowly proceeded down the various production lines. When we reached the testing area, Mark’s interest was obvious; he checked the instrumentation several times before turning to Brent; "How would you like to increase the output of a panel by a factor of four?"

Brent laughed, "That would be wonderful but what you are seeing here is the maximum output of any solar panel available anywhere."

Mark nodded, "Yes, actually it is more than many other panels can produce but it can be improved."

Brent’s body language spoke loader than words as he crossed his arms over his chest and said, "Show me."

Mark opened that oversized briefcase he had been lugging all the way there and began to remove several items. He asked if he could work with one of the panels that were on the test stand, Brent nodded.

Mark attached the end of a bare wire several time bigger than was needed for the standard panels to the panel’s framework with a couple drops of glue. Next he removed an aerosol spay can the size of a ten pound fire extinguisher and began spraying the entire face of the panel with what appeared to be a clear liquid, after two coats he waited about tem minutes before repeating the process from a different aerosol bottle.

Again he waited ten minute before asking Brent to check the meters on the solar panel. Brent glanced at them and shrugged, "They haven’t changed."

Mark nodded, "Now hook up the wire I installed to a different set of meters." When the connection was made Brent commented, "I think this set of meters is defective."

Mark looked at them then changed the calibration on the amp meter, "That is the correct reading now."

Brent shook his head, "This can’t be right, it is indicating four times the normal reading."

Mark laughed, "Yes, it is four times what the original panel is capable of producing." He motioned toward the assembly line, "Every solar panel here can produce five times as much power as expected now."

Russell spoke up, "It’s a major technological breakthrough that will multiply the effectiveness of any solar panel. When coupled with high capacity Nickel Cadmium batteries it makes the twenty four hour operation of vehicles and equipment practical."

I would have to have a conversation with Jim and Brent about the size of the vehicles and the width of the roads now.

The conversation became technical and continued between the three of them for over an hour before I suggested that it was time to leave. We stopped at the cafeteria at the furniture factory for a nice, leisurely lunch before starting back.

The trip back to the center island was uneventful as I began to think of the possibilities the new panels provided. Visions of a factory to produce the needed batteries quickly came to mind closely followed by the thought that electrically powered city delivery type vehicles would soon become a common item.

Apparently Mark was thinking along the same lines as he said, "Have you thought about the increased productivity the hundreds of acres of solar panel in Hopeful could produce?" I tried to calculate the additional revenue that would be forthcoming but got lost in the numbers; just too many zeros and comas.

I came back to the current reality, "What will it cost to upgrade a panel?" This was Russell’s area of expertise, "Not much, about fifty dollars a panel for material.  The major cost will be in the labor and materials needed to upgraded all the wiring and cables plus the additional batteries that will be needed for a stable system."

We continued to play ‘What If’ the rest of the way to the center island. I secured the boat to the dock and we all went to out respective apartments.

Sandy wasn’t there so I went to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee. As I sat at a table thinking of the possibilities I remembered that I had promised to arrange some piercing classes.

I called Jeff to determine is there was enough jewelry on hand; he said there was plenty of it in the smaller ‘Starter Size’ stuff.

I turned the conversation to the possibility of extracting the oil rig teams from France, He though a few moments, "I’ll have to get back to you on that." I told him to be ready to come to The Islands within the next few days.

The next call was to Frank to see if he would be interested in spending a couple weeks in The Islands, he jumped at the chance.

The last call was to Bill who said he was too busy to take a vacation. I asked if he had been able to develop a back up person that could handle his job for a couple weeks without making too much of a mess."

"Yes, but she isn’t available right now."

"Who do you have in mind?"

"Sandy."

I replied, "I will see what I can do about that. By the way, I want you to bring Cora along with you."

I refilled my coffee cup and watched as the serving line began to grow and the tables starting to fill up. Mark. Lora, Russell and Sybille entered the room and joined the line closely followed by Klaus, Boris, Kathy, Sandy and Desiree. I quickly returned to the line to fill a tray now that I would have some interesting company.

I was the last person to get to the table and found it interesting that the chair I had been using was empty, probably because my coffee cup and cell phone were lying on the table. Klaus was to my right, Sandy to my left and Desiree directly across the table from me with Boris on her right side and Mark on the left.

Desiree was the only one wearing any clothing, a pullover top and shorts that covered her from her neck to mid thigh while everyone else was nude. The lack of a sun tans marked Russell and Boris as newly converted nudists.

During the meal there was some small talk about the day’s activities, the most interesting tidbit was that Desiree, Kathy and Sandy had been sun bathing on the roof of the hotel. Sandy said she was proud of Desiree for being nude during that time. I smiled at that. I felt this was a move in the right direction and hopefully she would soon become comfortable without the clothes.

As we were enjoying a final cup of coffee I asked Sandy if she would be interested in standing in for Bill back in the city for a few weeks, she thought for several minutes before agreeing.

We moved to the beach to relax and watch the last hours of a beautiful sunset. The customary bonfire was just starting and several couples were playing in the shallow water. Sybille decided she wanted to go swimming and teased Sandy and Kathy unmercifully until they agreed to go with her. She then turned her attention to Desiree and after several minutes of good natured cajoling convinced her that a swim would be fun.

I was watching the situation to see if Desiree would get naked or go in the water with her clothes on. I had to smile as she slowly removed her pullover and dropped her shorts to her ankles and stepped out of them and walked away without a backward glance. I watched those four nice butts as the girls moved to the water’s edge. Did I mention that I like butts? Yeah, I think I did.

The girls splashed and giggled for a half an hour before leaving the water. I watched as one set of titties, Sybille’s, jiggled a little bit as she walked. The other three larger sets swayed and bounced nicely. When there aren’t any nice butts in sight a few sets of titties are nice to watch also.

Sandy and I decided to make a short evening of it and soon headed for the hotel; we had decided that she would be leaving for Hopeful early in the morning and we hadn’t had a chance for any serious play for some time.

We went directly to the shower to wash the salt off of her as well as to shampoo her hair. While her hair was drying I gave her a good internal cleaning and removed her nipple stretchers but left the double barbells in place.

I fastened padded wrist and ankle cuffs on her and placed her face up on the bed. I secured the wrist cuffs to the posts at the head of the bed as widely spaced as possible. I then folded her legs up over her head and secured her ankles to her wrists.

What a pretty sight; well secured and all interesting areas available for attention. Her two lovely holes were fully exposed and totally vulnerable. Her breasts were also fully available with her legs spread so wide. The final touches were a blindfold and ear plugs; now she was ready.

I retrieved a two and a half inch tapered butt plug from the cabinet, lubed her butt hole and began to ease it into her. A slow process of in a little and then out followed by in a little more in for ten minutes before it finally popped all the way in to the retaining groove. I let her rest and absorb the new sensations for a couple minutes before removing it only to slowly reinstall it several more times until her butt hole retained an open position when the plug was finally removed.

The next step was to insert a ‘Bulldog’ type plug that was two and three quarters of an inch in diameter for the full four inches of its length with a rounded top. Several more minutes were needed to get it properly seated as she moaned and wiggled from the effects of this new intruder.

She soon adjusted to the additional stretching as I removed several ice cubes from the refrigerator and put them in a bowl. Her first indication or what was coming next was when I pressed an ice cube against nipple. She screamed from surprise as I held them in place for a full two minutes. As her scream faded into moans I removed them only to place them on her clitty which started the scream again. She was trying to move to get away from the ice but was only able to squirm and wiggle a tiny amount.

When the scream stopped I removed the ice and picked up a leather strap that was two feet long with a nice handle on one end; now that I had chilled her titties and clit it was time to warm her ass.

I started with five medium strokes to each ass cheek from the left side, then changed to the right side and repeated with five more to each cheek. By the time the first sets were applied she was grunting with each stroke.

I applied some lotion to those now pink cheeks and fully rubbed it in before applying another full set of five strokes to each cheek from each side. She had been emitting short little screams and squeaks during the last ten strokes. With a total of twenty strokes to each ass cheek they were now a bright red and radiating some noticeable heat.

I applied the ice cubes to her red ass and was rewarded with a really good scream and more wiggling than I thought was possible. I laid a partially melted ice cube in her belly button and she squealed again. She could wiggle some but no way near enough to dislodge that little bit of torment.

With two more ice cubes in my hands I applied them to her nipples again. I was rewarded with a squeal of surprise followed by a couple minutes of silence and heavy breathing as the melting ice produced little streams of cold water running across her chest. When those ice cubes had melted I reached for another one and held it over her in a position so that the ice cold water would drip on her pierced clitty drop by drop.

The first drop was rewarded by a scream of surprise, the second by a real scream as the barbell in her piercing absorbed the cold so that her clitty was being tormented both inside and out. Just as she was about to go into sub space I stopped and quickly sucked that ice cold bud into my mouth and flicked it back and forth with my tongue until she relaxed and began to build towards an orgasm. I reached up to her nipples and pinched both of them as she exploded and passed out.

Time to let her recover and have a cup of coffee as I watched her breathing return to normal. As she recovered she tugged on her restraints before she realized where she was. With the blindfold in place I wasn’t able to tell if her eyes were open and continued to wait until she said something; I didn’t have to wait very long before she said, "Wow".

Time to continue; I picked a strap that was a miniature of the one I had used on her ass cheeks. This one was only six inches long but also had a nice handle attached. It was time to stimulate her nice titties.

Since her legs were widely spread and secured to the head board of the bed her breasts were very inviting targets. I was standing on her left side I was able to apply a series of five medium strokes to the left side of her right breast followed by five more stokes to the bottom of it and those were followed by five more to the top.

I was able to reach across her and also apply five strokes to the left side of her right breast. I moved to her left side and applied five strokes to the right side of her left breast, then continued until five strokes had been applied to the top and bottom of that breast also. I reached across her and applied five strokes to the right side of her right breast also.

Both breasts had received twenty nicely space strokes and were turning a beautiful pink. Just five more strokes to each nipple would complete the set.

From her left side I applied five good strokes to her right nipple; she screamed with each one. I let her recover as I took a couple sips of my coffee before moving to her right side in order to have a clear path to her left nipple. Again each stroke generated a scream but to her credit she never asked me to stop.

I finished my cup of coffee and applied a generous amount of body lotion to her tits. Her breathing returned to normal as I massage her glowing breasts for several minutes before repeating the whole procedure again; five medium heavy strokes to the four sides of each tit with five heavy strokes to her nipples; She passed out again.

Her tits were now bright red but there wasn’t a serious mark to be seen and a total lack of abrasions also. I was proud of the perfect job I had accomplished as I refilled my coffee cup.

It took several minutes, two cups of coffee and a cigarette before she woke up this time.

I tapped her butt plug a couple times and was rewarded by a grunt; she was awake finally.

I kneeled on the bed just below her ass where I had a perfect shot at my next target; her inner thighs. I began with a series of five light stokes to each thigh starting just above her knees. Since this little strap was only a half an inch wide it took six sets of five strokes to cover her inner thighs from her knees to her pierced lips.

She was moaning and squirming as much as possible but she hadn’t screamed, yet. A lot of lotion was applied and massaged into her now pink thighs before I began again with medium strokes. The first set evoked a weak scream, the second set produced a little louder scream; from that point on there was a full scream for every stoke. When the second set of sixty strokes to each thigh was completed I rewarded her with two heavy strokes to her pierced clitty; she had a monstrous orgasm that lasted for a good five minutes and I encouraged it to continue by tapping the butt plug several times.

I remover the ear plugs and blindfold; I wanted her to see what I was going to do next, and then got another cup of coffee to let her recover before continuing.