Last Paul gotthe ballgags & put them in the girls mouths. Now the girls were really readyfor something more.Paul went back inside & came back out with... 4 riding crops & 4 short whips likewe used to use for cattle with about a 1 ft long leather snapper on the end.Then he said "For the next 1/2 hour or so you guys can use these on the girlsany way you wish on the underside of their tits, on their thighs or butts, orbetween their legs on their cunts & assholes. Just make sure you get thoseweights. The other issue was the market itself. Paul’s plan was audatious in the extreme. The vice trade operated by supplying young women and boys to people willing to pay. GDS already had enough income from prostitution. Several projects were already reaping benefits. The GDS objective was power, and the most powerful people could afford a hundred street hookers. Where was the attraction of that? What they would really appreciate was fucking a recognisable somebody, especially if they were also. Late one evening, Joe, the sales manager, and I were walking the lot making sure that all the cars were locked for the evening. Joe began another story of his adventures at sales conferences. Apparently, he was conducting training sessions about a new sport utility vehicle. The sessions were repetitive and mind-numbing. Before his last scheduled session, Joe slipped out the back door for a smoke and a quick snort. When he returned to the conference room only one trainee showed up. But this. "I like rain, but not thunder, real brave." "We all have our fears." I said. "I jump out of my skin any time I see a centipede." "I make Karen kill them, I just can't do it." She giggled a little. "Big man scared of a little bug." "Now I don't feel so bad." "If you tell anybody, I'll braid your tits." I threatened. "Ouch." She winced. "Your secret's safe with me." I held her until the storm passed, then we made breakfast. "Are we getting old?" Robin inquired. "Well, technically yes." I.