Steph and Darlene weren't interested in swimming anyway. They were going to work on their tans.They spread a blanket on the grass and towels on top of... that. Steph had her little transistor radio and a bottle of suntan lotion. I watched them get settled before I decided to go back inside. Just as I slid the door open, Steph called me back. "Would you rub some lotion on my back, Danny? Please?"Well I couldn't turn her down, of course. I loved every chance I got to touch her body. I set my empty. Tears ran from her eyes as the water ran in. From the pain in her face Jennifer could tell that Bragk had put something into the enema and that it must have been very hot. As the water was flowing in to induce it’s pain Bragk attached weighted clamps to the maid’s nipples. Tried as she could she couldn’t escape the grasp of the clamps. Soon the bag was empty. Bragk removed the large tip and replaced it with a plug. It was one of the larger sizes Jennifer noticed. A blow up catheter was inserted. After all, the group would no doubt be inside long enough for the alcohol’s effects to be absorbed and dissipated by John’s digestive system.Several hours later, Matt and John stood holding the rear doors of their respective limos open at the pick-up spot as their charges approached at the end of the evening’s activities within The Slave Traders. As usual, the ladies exiting the club tonight were all gloriously naked and giggly. Matt caught John’s attention and they grinned at each other. Cops were highly skilled in that area not at all like the Vegas fuzz with their heavy-handed interrogation techniques. Their Captain would have been proud to watch them at work in close quarters holding me up and not allowing me to fall to the elevator floor and possibly breaking a leg or an arm in the process.The lawyer in the office next door gave us the once over with a knowing legal mind and was sharp enough to keep her pretty mouth shut as she searched in her humongous joke of a purse for.