"Yeah... " Brenda answered, "uh... Brad did his job." I certainly did!" Brad said, not even moving to cover himself. And in front of his own mother!"B...rad, get your shorts on and let us be alone, if you don't mind," his mother said, keeping her gaze averted."All right," he said toward his mother. But before he moved off the bed, he reached down to rub her left knee and said, "I hope that gives you what you want."He said it was such sincerity, Brenda thought, and in the emotional state she was. ‘Honestly, I will be fine. Why don’t you make us some coffee?’ Anderson shook his head, ‘No. This weekend you're going to do as you are told and keep your side of the bargain.’ Farida looked at him and swallowed. ‘Okay, I suppose that’s fair enough.’ Anderson ran a sponge across her breasts. ‘I knew you would see sense.’ Farida watched as Anderson stepped into the bath and sat beside her. ‘It cost me a fortune, this tub, but I don’t think there is anything more erotic than sharing a bath with. " She gestured in front of her. "Have him shackled there and get him hard. Then torture him." "There" meant a small torture station some five paces in front of the throne, cock stocks and shackles in the ceiling and on the floor."Very well."The boy was taken to the station, his legs spread out and ankles shackled, his arms raised straight above him and attached to the double manacle hanging on a chain. Then his hips had to be pushed forward so that his genitals could be fastened securely to the. He probably did, she decided, though it didn't make any difference, really, one way or the other. Giving Frank the bar, however, might solve the problem of his following her the next time she blew away. That had worked with Joseph and the gun store; it might work with Frank. He'd be too busy keeping her investment alive and out of the red, moneywise, to hunt her down, again.But she knew she was going to miss that bar and all that wonderful, brutal fucking she got every week. For the past few.