I made my way over to Suzanne and rolled her onto her back. She gave an exhausted smile as we met eyes and my right hand found her loose, leaking assh...ole and I buried it to the wrist. She gave a short gasp and then began to start gyrating against my fist. Slowly at first I began to pull it out and then plunge it back in, out then in, until it was a smooth, wet, messy motion of just punching the gaping cum filled crater that her hole had become. I began to untie her restraints which my free. Mike was shorter, fatter and was obviously a bit of a side-kick to the bigger guy Bill. They were a bit boring, talking about how great their cars were and how their wives seemed to spend money like it was going out of fashion. I glanced across and saw two women who I presume were the wives, drinking prosecco at a table across the way. As we were chatting they both kept staring at Jo’s tits, she’s a good 38c and her dress was showing quite alot of cleavage. As we stood talking she was swaying a. " He sighed theatrically, "I'm going to say this again, REAL SLOW so you get it. We sold Doc Bradley on you based upon your intelligence, but I haven't seen a whole lot of it yet. This is about obedience -- it's about following instructions. OF COURSE the instructions aren't simple shit -- well, actually, they have been, but they're in conflict with your bullshit standards for personal behavior -- what would telling you to scratch you nose show me about what you'll do when something hard to do. She was really giving me the business and, while I wanted to take her right there, I had to stop her. I had to tell them about Susan. "I want you both to sit down," I said. "Something's happened that you both need to hear about." Megan stopped her groping of me and sat in one of the chairs. Lucy looked worried, but she sat across from Megan. "When I went back to my place Susan was there. She's apparently got the idea that she is going to move in and we'll become the happy couple again. She's in.