'Let's get started!'The full treatment would take twenty four hours, by then John's mindwas bombarded with images, sounds and suggestions. He would ne...ver bethe same again, his mind would become a sexual creature, hungry forcock, pussy and ass. A constant desire to look sexy, flirt and offerhimself would be created. John would no longer be John. Twelve hoursinto the treatment there was a knock at the door.Slave burst into the bedroom, Mistress was sitting next to Johnmonitoring his. He hit her automatic call button, but it went straight to voicemail so he texted her. After five minutes without a reply, he went into her office -- and there on her desk was her cell phone. Swiping his hand through his short-cropped hair, he tried to think what to do. It would be at least four hours before Miss Whitfield returned and it was a huge account that he knew she did not want or could afford to lose.Jackson decided to wing it the best he could and show the customer the new line. After. " John McCall." Well Mr. McCall, you'd be doing me a service if you'd finish me off; or give me my pistol and I'll do it myself. Don't hanker laying around for several days in pain before the end."Red didn't like the man but he had to admire his courage to do what needed to be done. Even with a doctor Fogerty had no chance; gut shot men just didn't survive. He drew his pistol then handed Fogerty his gun and stood back; keeping a sharp eye on the outlaw. Fogerty nodded at Red, looked around for. It looked very much like the Red Princess's butt."It's so beautiful," he praised.I couldn't speak. I was trying to calm from the pain."You did very well."He undid my arms then my legs. He roughly yanked me up.He pulled me over to the padded chair and pushed me down into it.Yow! I jumped up. I couldn't sit. My butt hurt too much!He grabbed my right arm and strapped my wrist to the arm of the chair. He did the same to my left wrist. He pushed me back down into the seat by my shoulders. I grimaced.