It was noon when I opened my eyes; I just lay there for a few minutes going over what had happened in the last couple of weeks. It didn’t seem like that was going anywhere so I took a nice long shower and went down to the kitchen. I could hear the girls chattering like a couple of squirrels before I got there. I walked in straight to the coffee pot, after the first sip I turned around and said, "Hi." Nice snappy opening.
They had been talking about the morning’s events and were still upset about the shooting. I couldn’t tell them all of it as Jeff really was hiding out but did say I didn’t think it would happen again and just kind of brushed it off as an unusual event.
"Where did Klaus get off to?"
"He’s at his favorite playground -- over at the new houses."
"Anyone hungry?" I guess that was the right thing to say as they replied in unison, "I’ll go get dressed."
Kathy made it up the stairs without difficulty; her piercings were settling down after a month. I hated to do it but I got dressed also and we all piled into the old van and headed to Jacob’s.
The place was busy but not totally full and we found a table without difficulty. I ordered a huge steak with all the trimmings while the girls ordered salads and sandwiches. We ate in silence until the final coffee arrived. I told them my wife had died and apologized for being gone so long. They understood and were sympathetic.
As we left I asked if they had been over to see the new house yet. They hadn’t so I drove over that way. It was hard to believe but the framework for my house was all in place with the lower floor closed in. I parked the van on the side of the road and walked along the driveway. I had to get a closer look.
The excavated dirt had been distributed around the out side of the foundation just as planned. There was even fresh sod in place complete with "KEEP Of THE GRASS" signs. I entered through what would be the front door to find the interior was framed but not finished. The floor was solid concrete, as you would find in an office building; there would never be any squeaky floorboards here.
At this rate I would be able to move in pretty soon. I went down a ladder to the basement to find it was partially finished. The concrete floor above would protect it from the weather. I was impressed to say the least.
I climbed up the ladder and returned to the van and just sat there looking at the area. The perimeter wall seemed to be completed across the front of the property with a wide gap for the entrance gates.
I returned to the old house to drop the girls off and drove to City Hall. Yep a real City Hall; the town of Hopeful, Texas was on the map. Now I would have to find a Police Chief and probably a Fire Chief too. It was going to be fun trying to keep the nillas out now. I began to think in terms of moving the City Hall to the vicinity of the supermarket.
I parked the van; entered from the rear and descended to the Life Style shop to find Jeff behind the counter. He called Jan to the counter and we went to his office.
"Do you know who those two were?" I asked, coming right to the point of the visit.
"Sure they were the top two enforcers and hit men for that mob I broke up."
"What are the odds of them trying again?"
"They might but it will be several months if they do. Neither of them saw me and the one that survived couldn’t be sure I’m here."
"What I would like to know is how they ever got the idea to look here."
"It most likely was a leak in the main office. That has been covered with a story that I have moved to Phoenix and am running a little mom and pop grocery. I don’t think they will come here again."
"Are your people going to cover this up or should I expect a gang of reporters?"
"The press release indicates the first one was arrested on a routine traffic stop in a small unnamed town in west Texas and was shot as he resisted arrest. The other one is reported as being found under a railroad trestle in the Bronx. You will not be bothered."
I stopped by to see Bill and pick his brain about a Fire Chief. It was after five and I was surprised that he was still there. He mentioned two different men that could handle it. As we were going over their qualifications on the computer I heard a blood-curdling scream from the dispensary. Mike just grinned, "I hear that every evening now; it’s just a gal getting her nipples pierced. They sure do make a fuss about it." It just served to remind me how long it had been since I had heard Sandy scream. I would have to do something about that.
We settled on a guy named Ralph Alden. He had spent thirty years on a big city fire department, was recently retired and still in his fifties. He was young enough to do the job, experienced enough to know how to do it and able to train others also. Bill would check with him.
We both thought Robert was a little young but ready made for Police Chief if he would accept it. I decided to have a chat with him about it.
I returned to the house just in time to see Klaus turn into the driveway. His black Mercedes was brown up to the windows; he had parked on the side of the road and the heavy trucks hauling material to his house had splashed mud all over it. As he got out of the car I could see that he was covered in mud up to his knees also.
I walked over to him, "Did you have fun playing in the dirt?"
"Yes, I have never done anything like this before, it was fun."
Sandy appeared on the front porch, looked at Klaus with her hands on her hips. "You two Mud Daubers can just go around behind the house and get out of those filthy clothes. You are not going to track all that dirt into the house!"
Klaus looked at her, "But it’s cold out here." I grinned as he tried to avoid having his bare butt outside in the middle of January.
"I don’t care how cold it is, you are not coming in this house covered with all that mud, neither one of you."
I started walking toward the rear of the house; Klaus followed grumbling about bossy women. We undressed and entered the kitchen to find Sandy standing there, "Don’t even think about sitting down; you two hit the showers." As we went upstairs Klaus was still grumbling about working all day and coming home to this type of treatment.
We returned to the kitchen to find a plate stacked with sandwiches, "I haven’t eaten all day and the best you can do is sandwiches?"
Kathy had picked up on Sandy’s theme, "We had a very nice dinner at Jacob’s and you could have too if you hadn’t been out there playing in the mud like a little kid."
"I was working."
I grinned and the girls laughed. He gave up and took a big bite out of the sandwich in his hand.
After eating Klaus and I move to the living room while the girls straightened up the kitchen. He explained that he really was working. He was directing the landscaping crew where he wanted trees and shrubs. When the girls joined us he began to tell them we were the bosses and didn’t appreciate being treated like little kids and berated them for an unsubbie attitude. I kept quiet; I could see where this was going. Yep, down to the basement.
The girls giggled all the way there; I’m sure they did this on purposes.
I had a nice advantage over Klaus now; Kathy wouldn’t let him near her nipples or pussy while Sandy only put her tender nipples out of bounds. I had Sandy lay down on the examination table face down as I secured her wrists and ankles to the four corners. I used a feather to sensitize her back and legs, spending a considerable amount of time on her ass crack and puckered brown hole.
Klaus had Kathy bent over the whipping bench and was busily patting her ass with the crop, slowly increasing the force of the blows. She was beginning to squirm and moan.
Sandy was soon giggling hysterically so I switched to the rubber strap and laid five medium strokes on her left ass cheek. She screamed in surprise then settled down to soft moans as I continued the five at a time pattern to her right cheek. Back and forth, five at a time to each cheek in turn until a total of fifty had been reached. She was squealing with each stroke by the time the count was completed. I applied a lot of lotion and began to massage her hot cheeks; she sighed and relaxed.
I wanted to flog her back but decided against it as she would be squirming very soon and I didn’t want her to damage her nipples so I turned her over. I used the flogger on her inner thighs and stomach until her low moan began. I took a break to have a smoke and watch the fun going on at the whipping bench.
Klaus had turned Kathy’s ass and the back of her legs a bright pink with a flogger and she was beginning to scream with each stroke. He dropped the flogger and lubed her ass hole making sure that it was well covered before inserting a finger. She moaned and pushed back at his hand. He slowly added a finger at a time until all four were imbedded in her as far as possible. He withdrew far enough to fold his thumb into his fingers and began to slowly insert his whole hand in her ass. She was moaning and still pushing toward his hand as far as her restraints would permit. He slowly twisted and turned his hand until it finally disappeared in her. He began to make short strokes with the hand as she began to scream as her first orgasm of the night overtook her. Klaus continued to slowly stroke in and out as her orgasm built to a peak and she passed out. He removed his hand wiping it on a towel and joined me for a smoke.
We watched as the girls slowly began to awaken. I returned to Sandy and used a feather to tickle her nipples. They were super sensitive and she had a mini orgasm with in minutes, I kissed both of her decorated nipples and kept the orgasm alive. Her nipples were much more sensitive now thanks to the piercings. Her orgasm was still building as I took a crop and began to pat, pat, pat on her clit hood. She screamed and suddenly went silent. She was in sub space. The continued patting was now producing low moans as she raised her mound to invite them.
I adjusted the table to have her legs well spread and high in the air, which left her ass cheeks hanging over the end of the table. I entered her wet pussy and began to stoke in and out slowly as I used the feather to stroke the tips of her nipples. Her moans continued for several minutes. I had reached the point of no return and made one final hard thrust as I came. She produced a low scream that lasted for a full minute.
I lowered her legs and let her relax as I watched Klaus keep Kathy on the brink of an orgasm but not letting her reach the critical moment. Finally I could see the muscles in his forearm moving and knew he was opening and closing his hand in her. She screamed and screamed as her orgasm washed over her.
I rolled the table into the basement bedroom and moved Sandy onto the bed. I lay down beside her and snuggled up to her as she sighed and we went to sleep.
Friday dawned as a beautiful clear day with sunshine streaming in the basement windows. Sandy was already up and I should have been also. A quick shower and up to the kitchen for my first dose of reality for the day, yeah, a cup of coffee.
The girls were there having a final cup of coffee before cleaning the kitchen. I had missed breakfast, again. Klaus was at the construction site probably getting in the way. I checked the community bulletin board; a few of the members were asking if a church could be established. Another group wanted a new school bus; the present one had broken down twice during this week.
I decided the church was not going to happen. I wouldn’t matter what denomination was chosen many would be unhappy and would want a different one. There was a church just three miles away at a crossroads, which would have to do unless they could hold adult services in the City Hall basement.
The school bus was another matter, as it was owned by the school district and I didn’t have anything to do with that.
Enough of this, I decided to talk to Bill and hopefully catch up with Robert also. Luckily there were both there when I pulled up to the Security Office.
Bill was on the phone so I quizzed Robert about his current pay rate and benefits.
"What would it take for you to leave the Sheriff’s Department?" I asked point blank. No sense pussy footing around about what was on my mind.
"I hadn’t thought about it but probably a sizeable pay increase with equal benefits would do it."
"What to you consider sizeable?"
"Let’s say six thousand a year."
That was less than I’d expected, "Why don’t we say eight thousand and annual evaluations that will at least match whatever the Sheriff gets?"
"Sounds good but what is it for, just the security thing?"
"Nope, you get a fancy title to go with it."
"And just what would that be?"
"How about Chief of Police for the city of Hopeful, Texas?"
He thought for a moment, "By myself?"
"I figure a total of about ten including office people."
"Sounds about right depending on what you want done."
"Good, when can you start and what members do you know that would be interested in such a job?"
"There are at least a dozen ex-cops in the membership right now. I will have to give two weeks notice to the sheriff."
"Okay, I will have Bill round up a few patrol cars and other equipment. Make a list of what you want and we will go over it and decided what you need."
He thought for a minute, "If you don’t mind, I think at least half of the patrol vehicles should be vans or pickups with toppers."
"We can discuss that later, right now we need to move fast and that means a few older cars until we can order new ones."
He nodded, "I have to go tell Susan the good news." And out the door he went.
Bill and I both laughed. "Just like a kid with a new playmate," was Bill’s comment.
He said he had been on the phone with a company in Ohio that builds pumpers. They had a few repos and he bought two of the newer ones for about half of new prices." We now had two nice shinny Fire Engines that would be delivered within a week. He also bought three tankers to haul water to the pumpers, as fire hydrants were scarce in farm country.
We discussed where to build the Fire Station and decided that it needed to be as close as possible to the main gate but inside the compound. The best idea that came from this was to combine the Police and Fire Stations in one building.
We also discussed what to do about City Hall. Again, a new building was needed, this time outside the compound. Bill came up with the idea to build everything together in one large building that was on the boundary. This really made sense, as there would always be someone on duty at the Police Station to handle anything that might come up.
All of this construction was going to make Jim very happy. Thinking ahead I asked Bill if he knew if Jerry was going to be here for the weekend.
"He hasn’t missed an opportunity yet," was his reply.
"If you see him, ask that he call me, I want him to check out Jim, the head honcho with the construction company."
I couldn’t believe that Bill and I had become so involved that we had missed lunch and it was now almost 5 PM. I returned to the house by way of the construction site. My new house was completely closed in; the brick and stonework was almost complete on the first floor. There was no way to rush that as it needed a couple days for the mortar to set after every three feet or so of new work. I located Jim and asked that he meet me at the security office at ten in the morning to discuss some other projects.
I finally made it to the house about six. Klaus and the girls were dressed and ready to go to dinner. I took a quick shower and joined them; I was hungry.
We took the van; the Mercedes was still covered with mud and we arrived to find we were early enough to get a table right away. As usual I saw a lot of people that were new to me. Our population was growing faster than I could keep up with.
I only saw one person that was unusual; he was a sub with what looked like twenty piercings in his cock. The head was almost hidden by all the shiny silver balls. It looked like he had a barbell vertically through the shaft about every half inch with it soft. I counted seven big silver balls on the top of the shaft before he moved out of sight. Those balls actually met they were so big. With an erection they would be awesome. He also had a gigantic ball stretcher pulling his sack half way to his knees. There was a leash attached to his cock that his Mistress tugged every couple of steps. This guy must have been a player that started in his teens because he only looked to be in his early thirties. The total healing time for all of those piercings would be years.
Kathy couldn’t take her eyes off of it as long as she could see it. "And I thought a PA was wild," was all she said.
Sandy was wide eyed also, "That would drive me crazy, I wouldn’t be able to get it in my mouth at all."
Klaus and I laughed at them, knowing they were wondering how it would feel. We ate slowly with a lot of conversation about that decorated cock. Kathy was all for it but Sandy was having a problem with the amount of stretching that would be required.
It was almost time for the piercing class to begin and I was going to attend, not that I wanted anything else done but Frank wanted to display some of the work that had been done at the first class.
We were a little early but I checked with Frank to let him know we had made it. I noticed the male sub we had seen at Jacob’s enter at the rear of the room; I would bet he would be on display before the night was over.
Frank opened the class by asking all those that had received nipple piercings during the first class to come to the stage. Five girls were soon standing beside him.
"Well ladies, I am going to ask each of you in turn what you think of your piercings now that they are a month old." He turned to the first girl, who was Susan. "What is your reaction to the class and your piercings?"
Susan thought for a moment, "I had thought about it for a long time but just never got around to it. The class was a good opportunity to get it done."
Frank then asked, "What are your thoughts on the actual piercings?"
"They hurt, but only for a second. After that, as long as I didn’t bump them there was very little discomfort and by the second week none at all. Right now they are still a little tender so no playing with them yet."
Frank said, "Very good, now who wants to be next?"
A pretty girl that I think Sandy and I saw in tight bondage walking down the street some weeks ago said. "Hi, I’m Debbie and I can’t really add anything to what Susan said except that I love them."
The rest of the girls, including Sandy and Kathy said the same things. Frank asked any girls that received genital piercings to come up. Kathy just stayed there as the others left. A girl I hadn’t noticed before joined her.
Frank asked the same type questions and asked both of them to express their feelings. Kathy went first, "After my nipples were double pierced I had a vertical hood piercing that extended through my clit. I also received three rings in each side of my labia."
The crowd applauded for her and she turned red.
"Can you tell us what you felt?"
"The hood piercing was nothing compared to my nipples but the clit, well, I passed out. I can’t tell you about the labia piercings as I was unconscious."
That got a laugh from the crowd.
"How do they feel now and also would you do it again?"
"They are fine now but that clit piercing took some getting used to. Yes I would do it again."
The other girl gave her name as June, "I had a vertical hood and six inner labia piercings done and I love them."
Frank then asked for the men to come up, drop their pants and sit on the edge of the stage. Since he had performed all of the male piercings he knew their names.
Michael, Klaus and I were the only three he called up. As we dropped our pants and sat on the front of the stage he invited anyone that was interested to come up and take a good look. There were a few guys in the line that formed but mostly girls, which was all right by me. While they were looking at my cock I was certainly looking at them. Most of them were nude and a few had pierced nipples and there were two that had hood piercings.
Frank had acquired a large chart with drawings and names for all the most common male genital piercings. He was going through the positioning and procedure for each as the line slowly moved by. He mentioned that anyone interested in any piercing should sign the book the same as he had at the first class.
Michael received the most attention due to his multiple piercings. The last two people in the line were having a discussion about them; she thought he should get the same thing done while he replied that every hole that was put in him would call for two holes in her. She just giggled as they walked back to their seats.
Frank started with me and explained that he had replaced an 8ga barbell a 4ga. He asked me to detail the experience.
"The stretching was a little uncomfortable but that only lasted for a few minutes. It felt a little bruised the next day but by the second day that was gone."
He then asked Klaus for a little recap. "The piercing hurt and the stretching hurt also but not all that much. It is doing fine now and will be put to good use as soon as my playmate is ready."
Now it was Michael’s turn, "The piercings hurt to beat hell, all three of them as they all are through the head. Now they feel fine as long as I don’t bump them. I think it will be at least a couple more months before they will be put to good use."
Frank dismissed us and called for a guy named Brad to come up to the stage. As it turned out he was the guy we had noticed in the restaurant. Frank introduced him as an x-ray technician at a big Dallas hospital.
Brad listed all of his piercings as Frank pointed to the diagram on his chart. "I started with a simple PA," he said, "But I soon wanted something more so I had that piercing continued and it became an apadravya right here," as he pointed it out on his cock.
By now there were several people standing at the front of the room trying to get a better view. Frank asked them to please be seated as they were blocking the view of everyone else, "Brad will stay here until everyone has had a chance to examine his beautifully decorated cock."
Brad continued, "The original PA piercing was much larger that the new one so I ended up wearing to rings for a few months until the newer piercing could be stretched. While I was stretching I decided I would like something else so I had two ampallangs done, one above and one below the pee hole, these right here," as He pointed them out and Frank indicated them on the chart. "Since they were going to keep me out of action for a while I went ahead and got eight Dydoes at the same time and they are here," As he pointed them out.
"At that point there wasn’t a lot more that could be done to the head so I began to experiment with different jewelry arrangement and finally arrived where it is now. The large ball at the pee hole is the visible part of a Prince’s Wand that is retained in place by the pins here and here," as he pointed out the balls at the Apadravyas piercings. "The Wand is one half inch in diameter and five inches long. The front ball is removable and the wand is hollow so it can be worn for extended periods."
"This is where I met the Good Doctor. He was with a patient in my work area one day when he heard the wand make contact with the x-ray table. He knew the sound had to come from genital piercings. We discussed my piercings and I told him I wanted some more that went through the shaft. He told me what I wanted was possible but was a surgical procedure rather than a simple piercing."
"To make a long story a little shorter, Frank did the procedures in his office with the use of a lot of Novocain. These seven barbells are the result," He said as he pointed them out.
Frank thank him for a good presentation and invited anyone interested to come to the front and talk to Brad who would answer questions. "We have now reached the end of ‘Show and Tell’ so all those wishing to receive a piercing tonight, please step up and form two lines by gender."
A surprising number of people lined up. We stayed to see if we knew any of them. I noticed towards the end of the male line there was a really big guy standing with his back to me. As I watched him he turned enough for me to see his face, it was Doug. I checked the other line and discovered Nancy was at the front of that line.
I scanned the room and finally located Jeff sitting with his two shadows. I walked over to them and said my hellos and asked Jeff to step over to the side. "I know that young fellow up there," As I pointed Doug out to him. "He is exceptionally well hung and I’m sure he wants a PA. He will require a ring at least one and a half inches in diameter, so do you have any that large in the smaller gauges."
"I have one that is on display and used to demonstrate how to install and remove the ball. He may be well advised to consider a curved bar bell thought due to the extreme size."
I thought about that for a few seconds and ask, "Could you get whatever you have in that size range and bring it here? I don’t want the kid disappointed." He headed for his shop with Jan at his heals. He returned a few minutes later and deposited the jewelry on Frank’s worktable and whispered a few words to him; Frank nodded.
We waited until Nancy received her pretty rings with green balls. As soon as they were properly closed she skipped over to Doug to show them off, he hugged her as he continued to wait for his PA.
It was almost ten by now so we decided to go back to Jacob’s for a nightcap, coffee that is. There was no alcohol allowed in the compound except for wine and beer and that was closely monitored.
Jacob was actually sitting down when we arrived; he looked like he had run a hundred miles since we were there for dinner. I motioned for him to sit still and we found a table without a problem. The waitress arrived with her pretty nipples pierced and stretchers holding them straight out in front of her. Her hood piercing was apparently working well as she was a little wobbly on her feet.
Kathy asked her if the stretchers were painful; leave it to Kathy to want to know everything. The waitress replied with a grin, "A little at first but I soon got used to them as my Dom wanted me to wear them all the time." Interesting answer, I was going to have to get a set of stretcher just for kicks. As she left the table with our order she had to stop and hold onto the back of a chair for a few seconds before she was able to continue.
She returned in just a couple minutes with the coffee, ice cream and cake looking flushed and our of breath. Kathy asked her what was wrong.
"This hood piercing is driving me crazy. My Dom put a larger ball on the bar and I have gone off a dozen times in the last hour."
I grinned at that, Kathy now had something to look forward to. Klaus was ginning also; I had the feeling that her days of wearing panties were at an end.
The waitress refilled out coffee cups and I noticed there was a small piece of tissue tucked under her hood. I wondered what her Dom would say about that.
Klaus asked Kathy to remove the panties.
"You want me to take them off right now?"
"Sure do." She scooted and wiggled until she was able to get them off and hand them to Klaus. "You are now forbidden to wear them without permission," He said and stuffed them in his pocket.
Kathy was having a problem before we reached the door; she came as she tried to get in the van. Klaus caught her before she could fall and helped get her seated.
It had been a long week; in fact it had been a long month. I just didn’t feel like playing and thankfully neither did Sandy. I don’t know what Klaus and Kathy did but we went straight to bed and as we cuddled I fell asleep.
Saturday was not a nice day, it was drizzling rain and the temperature was dropping; the expected high for the day was only twenty-eight degrees. The rain was forecast to turn to snow by noon. Sandy was still asleep so I slipped out of bed: coffee time.
As the coffee was brewing I looked outside to find a thin coating of ice on everything in sight. This could be a problem; in the city there would be bent fenders at every intersection and that could happen here also. The local people didn’t have any real amount of experience driving on ice or snow and got into trouble very quickly.
I posted a caution notice on the community bulletin board to reduce speed and avoid driving if possible. The best advice I could think of was, "Don’t make any sudden moves; stop, start, and turn slowly so that the reduced traction will be adequate to control the vehicle."
The coffee was ready and as I poured my first cup Klaus picked up a cup and I filled it also. We sat at the table to let the coffee work; Klaus looked like he needed it.
He finally spoke, "Nice day for sunny Texas."
"We have a couple like this about every year. It usually is gone in a day or so."
He grinned, "Not a problem for me, I can drive on it but what about you and the other people?"
"I was raised in northern Indiana so I don’t have a problem either. I suspect Kathy would do okay too but Sandy is a Texas girl; it will be interesting to see what she has to say about it."
It was ten o’clock and I had several things I wanted to do today such as have a talk with Jeff. I invited Klaus to come along and he agreed as long as I would drive by the new houses to see what was happening there.
We took the van mainly because it was front wheel drive and would have better traction. The roads were slick but nothing I couldn’t handle; I slid around a corner just to get the feel of the road and saw Klaus choking the armrest; I laughed at him and he grinned sheepishly.
"Why did you do that?" he asked.
"I needed to know just how much traction I had; it’s an old racing technique to determine where the limits are."
"You can drive a race car?"
"I probably wouldn’t do too well now but I used to drive on both dirt and asphalt tracks but that was a long time ago. The experience is useful at times though."
To my surprise there was a full crew working on the houses and the progress was evident. The windows were in place and all the exterior doors were hung. Both roofs were completed and the stone and brickwork showed good progress although nothing was being done with it in this weather. Klaus wanted to check the inside of his house for progress but I nixed that quickly; I didn’t want as much mud in my van as he had in his car.
I drove toward City Hall and fortunately was able to watch as a car slid through a stop sign in front of me. The car spun around and stopped in the middle of the intersection. I stopped beside it to see who was driving; I was surprised to see Doug, Nancy’s boyfriend. He was holding onto the steering wheel with both hands looking surprised. I waved at him and went on, nothing I could say would have as much impact on him as that little spin would.
Jeff was behind the counter reading a book; customers were not likely to be overrunning the place today. Jeff was in a good mood in spite of the weather as he greeted us.
I began browsing the jewelry display cases for a special item for Sandy. I didn’t find what I was looking for but did discover several custom pieces; I asked Jeff where he obtained them.
He replied, "There is a retired jeweler in the membership that makes them for me."
"Then you could order a special item for me?"
"Sure, but he is about three months behind right now. He works out of his house and is cramped for space."
"If I could arrange for him to have a space here would that help?"
Jeff grinned, "He said something like this was going to happen when the wait got too long. He is more than willing and has actually found two apprentices to help."
"Then give him a call and I will get it arranged."
Jeff called him and he arrived ten minutes later. We discussed his space requirements and settled on an unused area next to Jeff’s store. As a reward he offered to make whatever it was that I wanted as soon as he got set up. He explained that the biggest problem with working out of the house was that his electric furnace to melt the metals would trip the circuit breaker if anything else were turned on. He had been working in the dark using a battery powered light. No wonder he was slow.
I gave him a drawing of what I had in mind, he examined it and asks, "And do you want them in gold, silver or stainless steel?"
I thought for a moment, "I think gold would be best."
He nodded, "They will be ready by next Friday."
I turned my attention to Jeff, "What is the story with Jan and Patrick, are they staying or going?"
‘It looks like Jan will be staying; not sure about Patrick yet."
I nodded, "Stay after it. Anything new on the Mob’s plans?"
"Nothing so far, it’s been so quiet that we are beginning to wonder if our source has been compromised."
"Not good, keep me updated."
We then went to the Security Office to check with Bill on several areas of interest. He was at his desk as usual but Robert wasn’t there. After we got a cup of coffee I started the discussion.
"How is Robert getting along with his efforts to form a police force?"
"Actually he is doing pretty good. We have a dozen applicants in process right now. Half of them have passed Jerry’s test and interview. One of them is a retired detective from Dallas; pretty sharp guy too. Robert has him pegged for the Captain."
"Has anything started yet on getting a guard shack at the front gate?"
"The shack is built and ready to be moved into place, just waiting until we have someone to operate it."
"What have you found for Police vehicles?"
"I have six coming from a dealership in Arizona. A little town was absorbed by a larger one and they were excess equipment to them so they turned them back to the dealer. Got a good price on them too and they are current year models with all the required equipment."
"That should make Robert happy. Has Jerry been able to evaluate Jim yet?"
"Yes, I got his report last night but haven’t checked it yet, do you want to see it?"
"Sure," He handed me a folder and I read the first page, which was Jerry’s overall evaluation. He met every qualification and was an admitted long-time player. That was better than expected. It was beginning to look like half the population was in the lifestyle at one level or another.
"Now have you given any thought to the new City Hall and the other offices that we need?"
"Yes, quite a bit in fact. I like the idea of an all in one building but it just is not going to work. The police and fire stations are fine but the City Hall can’t be located that close to the compound. It will be impossible to prevent someone from looking the wrong direction even during construction. It needs to be at least half a mile away on the other side of a woods or some other obstacle to a clear view."
I was afraid that was going to happen but I had to agree; security was going to be a continuing problem. There was some consideration being given to a concrete wall around the whole central compound. The dispensary was going to have to move also. The additional property and the city charter were getting expensive.
We discussed a location for the dispensary and decided to add it to the firehouse, as it would be on the boundary of the compound it could be operated the same as the supermarket.
Just when I thought I had pretty well covered everything Klaus spoke up, "I forgot to tell you that the steel and pipe for the solar panel mounting will be delivered starting Monday. Three semi loads per week to start."
Bill almost lost his cool over that, "Where the hell am I going to put it?"
Klaus, ever the diplomat replied, "That is up to you, I paid for it; you can put it together. However there is a large empty metal building near the northeast corner of the new property that should work fine."
Bill grumbled for a few seconds, "Alright wise guy, where are the plans for it?"
"They will be on the first truck."
Bill stood up. "I don’t know what you are going to do but I am going to lunch," and walked out the door.
Klaus was frowning, "He knew it was going to happen; why is he so upset?"
I just shrugged, if he couldn’t figure it out I wasn’t going to tell him.
We drove to the house as a light snow was falling to discover the girls had already eaten and were not interested in fixing anything for us. We decided that we could live with that and started toward the kitchen to fix our own lunch.
Sandy beat us there, "I’ll fix something for you two rather than clean up the mess you two will make."
It works every time. We sat at the table as she fried a few hamburgers for us. I asked why Kathy hadn’t come to help her, "She is rather incapacitated at the moment. Without the panties she is constantly aroused by any movement at all."
Suddenly Klaus had a serious attack of loneliness as he yelled, "Kathy, come out here and keep us company."
A couple minutes later Kathy slowly walked into the kitchen. She stopped to lean on the doorway before attempting the last three steps towards the table. She took one step and stopped, another step and stopped. The third step was just too much for her and she came as she reached for the chair. Klaus helped her sit down and laughed at her.
She sat perfectly still trying to survive this latest orgasm. "Please Klaus, may I wear panties? This is driving me crazy; I can’t even go to the bathroom without cumming. It took me ten minutes just to get downstairs this morning."
Klaus looked at her with a smirk on his face, "Maybe tomorrow if you are a good girl until then."
"I won’t live that long. I was awake all night because of that bar through my clit, every time I would move it would set me off again."
"Isn’t that what you wanted?"
"Yes, but not this much. It’s torture to walk, honest."
"What would you do to get your panties back?"
"Anything."
"Then come over here and kiss the little man for a while."
"Oh, if you don’t mind why don’t you come over here, I will go off again before I could move that far."
Klaus laughed, "Nope you have to come to me."
Kathy gently eased her butt to the front of the chair seat and dropped to her knees, which caused a serious moan. Klaus scooted his chair away from the table and about three feet from Kathy.
Kathy took a step forward on her knees, moaned again and waited several seconds before the next move. The next knee step caused an orgasm and she dropped to her hands and knees until it passed. She made it to Klaus without further problems.
As she worked the little man through the fly on his pants I turned to Sandy, "Maybe you need one of those piercings also."
"Oh no I don’t, that terrible little chain is horrible enough!"
I could see her pressing her thighs together as if to prevent that happening. I reached her nipples and gently rubbed the tips, "I think we need to make a trip to the basement." It sure is nice of the girls to be naked all the time in the house even if Klaus and I were dressed from the earlier trip.
As Klaus was moaning Sandy and I went down the stairs to the playroom. I knew just exactly what I was going to do.