Chad was alone at Wolf headquarters one afternoon when he was joined by one of the gang members."Chad, we've got us a problem." Yeah, Kwando?" Chad lo...oked up from the littered table where he was studying a rough map of the neighborhood. "What is it this time?" More of the same old crap," Kwando sat down heavily in the chair across from Chad, shaking his head angrily. "Some of these assholes jes' can't get it through their heads that things've changed. That dummy, Gordo keeps hasslin' Freddy Fox. . well, you know the rest. We settled into apattern of functional schizophrenia, acknowledging the existence ofboth 'Alan' and 'Angie' to cope with the requirements of his career,versus the desires of our private lives. When either one was present,the other was referred to in the third person, if at all. Inevitably,there was a certain amount of 'bleed-over' from one to the other -and 'Alan' increasingly paid the price. It wasn't always acomfortable coexistence for either of us, but it was a. Now she found herself receiving five or six earth shattering orgasms a day. What was worse was that she realized that she was behaving differently in order to achieve her rewards. She was being the best slavegirl she could be.Each night, she was bound again with her wrists held securely behind her back and then locked into her stall. She never had a chance to escape. She had either been locked up or bound or both since that day she had been mucking the stall.The girls seemed to delight in their. "This area is unisex, I guess -- it's for men, women, couples, whatever. If you want three guys to wash you in the shower, this is the place." She led them back to the service staircase that led back downstairs to the areas on the first floor isolated for members. "This is also members-only, despite the fact that we're headed back to the first floor..." She showed them the sauna and steam facilities, each of which was sized for multiple people, and on past the large Jacuzzi to show off the.