There was a kind of poetic justice in that. Denise followed me obediently to the car’s hatchback. She climbed in without hesitation. I covered he...r with a blanket, closed the lid, and drove her home, stopping for some burgers and fries from Five Guys.I sat in my recliner with my legs open as Denise gently licked my cunt. I occasionally fed her bits of burger and fries from my fingers. I was on my second orgasm when I felt the need to pee. ?Move up and cover my cunt. I need to pee.? Ahhh,. "This really isn't a business as such," I informed him."It's close enough," he demanded."And what does one have to do to get your permission. There are no profits to share." Then I guess we will just have to trade," he said expecting me to run and scream, I suppose."But I have nothing of value." I replied."Well you are a little older than I usually go for, but then you are still purdy and you dress good." With that he moved to me.I noticed that the air around him was saturated with the smell of. Even with AIs there is, I've learned, still a bureaucratic mindset in those furthest from the tooth and claw of the organization.That I was putting off my turn in the role of an REMF was reassuring and I did my best to protect my men from orders dropping from the adminisphere. Any order that did not make enough sense given our situation were usually subject to "interpretation" ... and I could thank the AIs for backing up my interpretation once I explained how reality had to trump the. Arrangements for Saturday were finalised.Saturday night and Sue jumped up when the doorbell went. She came back with Ron and Becky. They were a couple of years older than us. Ron was about my height and well built. Becky was a little taller than Sue, pretty with great legs. We had some wine and had dinner. The wine flowed and the talk got around to sex. It was just general then Becky mentioned how Sue had told her about our spanking games. “What else” I wondered. “I have never been spanked”.