"... and the well-known night-club owner, Jay Snyder," said the newsman, interrupting Mike's reverie. He sat forward to watch, all attention now. Jay ...Snyder was the object of Mike's personal crusade--he knew that Snyder controlled almost all the prostitution and illicit white slavery traffic in Los Angeles, and even if no one else believed him, he was going to put Snyder behind bars, put him behind bars or die trying.Lisa came downstairs, saw Mike leaning forward in his chair, a look of intense. .. you shouldn't be sorry about that," I told her."Did you like it?" she asked quietly."Yes," I responded."And you jerked off to it?" Yes." Will you do it again for me? Like last time? Pull it out for me?" she asked. She was leaning in close to me, I could smell alcohol on her from the night before."Yes," I whisper as I awkwardly pull my shorts down, my dick semi-hard already. I start stroking it while looking at her face and her looking at my dick. I immediately get fully hard."I shouldn't. He affords me every luxury, everything I could need or want, as compensationfor having to cause me such pain. Silken sheets, fine clothing, the rarest,most choicest delicacies for my table…but I would trade it all for surceasefrom my pain. Which I have told him, numerous times. It is for the good ofthe kingdom, he tells me each time he takes me to the torture chamber and strapsme down naked to the hideous pieces of equipment. Being a monarch means onemust make sacrifices for the good of the. But you always forget to water them, or you put them in the wrong place so they get direct sunlight when they’d thrive on shade, or something…’ she said lightly. Stan could tell she was only mostly joking though. He looked back out the window. ‘Uh huh. Oh, look. Do you think the Health & Safety people would approve of the way that guy’s balancing on the top of the tent?’ Elizabeth looked. She said, ‘I don’t know… Bob? You’re the Safety guy. What do you think? Bob emerged from his office,.