I can't make any promises.

Nick thinks about it for a few moments, then shakes his head. "I'm sorry, Lazlo, but I don't think I'm in a position to make any promises. I have no idea what is going to happen with the buyout, I haven't talked to Kate about her overall plans, and I'm not sure I have the kind of leverage I would need to handle backing Rick off if I needed to."

Lazlo shrugs, obviously disappointed. "It was worth a try. Maybe you can convince enough of the others to vote your way to pull it off. Good luck to you, I really mean that." Despite the words, Nick can sense Gonzalez' dismissal of his answer. I didn't win any friends there, he realizes. Before he can figure out a way to keep the door open, Lazlo turns his back and walks back toward the benches, flashing May a thumbs-down signal as he approaches Graham at the power station. "How we doing, fella?"

"Fixed," Graham scowls at the dom, and squints. "You wanna back up a step er two? Yer junk's in my fuckin' face, ey?"

Lazlo and May laugh, and Lazlo exaggerates backing away carefully, miming large stork-like steps. "Thanks for the assist."

Graham stands, slightly mollified. "The fuckin' place had working power and outlets, and fuse boxes that weren't vintage 1920, might not need to bail your ass out so often." He stalks past Aden without looking at him at all. "You need anything else, I'm in the Garden, trying to get Mike's demo ready. Feel free not to fuckin' call."

As soon as the door closes, Nick turns to see Tommy standing by May, another paddle in her hands. She has to two-hand grip the thing, but her face makes it plain she's really enjoying this. Holding the paddle up, she smiles at Nick. "Look, baby, Mistress May showed me how to do this." She spins and cracks the black man's rock hard ass, making him jump and groan through his gag. There's a moment of almost victorious glee in her eyes.

"I'm sure you don't mind sitting over there and watching while we show Tommy what to do, right?" Mistress May says it in a perfectly pleasant voice, but Nick gets that he's just been uninvited from participating. He considers telling Tommy they're leaving, but she looks so excited, he doesn't want to disappoint her. So he moves over to the far edge of the dry pool, brushes off a space, and sits. May turns back to Tommy, and places her hands on the petite blonde's shoulders. "All right, Tommy, I've shown you the basics. You have the paddles, the crops, the sensation toys, and the whips." Tommy flinches at that last word, but she keeps smiling. "The object here is to excite them, not **** them, right?"

"Right," Tommy nods, eager. "And they already gave permission, right?"

"Of course, honey, but thank you for checking."

Lazlo leans over and whispers in Tommy's ear. "Freddy is really into anal play, if you're interested. And, if you make him cum before Barron, you'll get to spank him some more."

Mistress May lounges back on the dry side of the pools, her riding crop tapping on Barron's back. "Whenever you're ready, dear, you may lay on."

Tommy steps up, her tongue poking out of her mouth as she concentrates, then pulls back and strikes Freddy across both ass cheeks, hard enough the boy whimpers. She switches to the other side, and lays an equally hard hit across Barron's ass, drawing a moan from him as well. She continues, switching back and forth between them, and soon both men are groaning and writhing, tears rolling down their faces. Tommy is working up a sweat, her face manic, and she steps back after a few minutes, stretching her shoulders, and looking over at the table full of toys. "Are there any rules on what I do or touch?"

"Within the rules we already gave you, no." May smiles. "I see a particular twinkle in her eyes, Barron. I suspect you may be in trouble."

Tommy steps over to be in between the benches, then bends down. At first, it looks like she's going to give the boys handjobs, but instead of their shaft, she grabs their balls, squeezing gently to start. Both Freddy and Barron groan, and Tommy begins to tug, gradually picking up both speed and severity. Nick sees Lazlo lean in to watch, his own cock hardening. May is fascinated as well, tapping Barron's ass with the crop. "Very nice, Tommy," she murmurs, slipping her free hand down and inside her latex to finger herself.

Tommy keeps tugging, and begins to alternate licks between each cock. Freddy is beginning to dribble pre-cum in long sticky strands, and Barron is starting to thrash and grunt as his cock becomes painfully enlarged and stiff. Nick realizes Tommy's pinching him off, making his cum back up as she keeps at him, yanking hard enough now that he's crying freely. Nick's own cock is stiff, but he knows that this show isn't for him anymore. Lazlo, on the other hand, has leaned back and is stroking his own dick, working it with spit for lube until the head is swollen and throbbing. May gives a small approving moan, her hand inside her shorts forcing in and out of her cunt, pistoning herself in time with Tommy's pulls.

When Tommy reaches the head of the boys' cocks, it's all over in a few licks. Barron's thick dark cock suddenly twitches, and then the first hot pulse of his cum splatters onto Tommy's hand, the leg of the bench, and the floor. Freddy lasts about a second longer, then he also spasms and wails through his gag as his load joins Barron's. Both men are moaning and bucking as Tommy works them both until the last few dribbles leave their tortured balls. With a mischievous smile, Tommy shuffles away from their cocks, and holds her cum-smeared hands up under their faces. "These won't clean themselves, slaves," she intones evilly, smearing her fingers across their lips and then pushing them into the boys' mouths. Both obediently slurp their own seed from her hands until she's clean; Lazlo groans and stands up, moving behind Freddy, dripping some lube onto his asshole. As he works it in with his fingers, May pulls her hand from her shorts, her fingers glistening with her juices. She helps Tommy to her feet, and looks down at Tommy's own raging hardon. "You did such a good job for your first time, sweetheart." May taps Barron's ass with her crop. "I'm sure Barron wouldn't mind at all if you use his ass for a quick release."

Tommy giggles, and points to where Nick is patiently waiting. "I have my release right over there." She impulsively kisses May's cheek and hugs her. "Thank you so much, Mistress May."

"Our pleasure, dear." May gestures toward the door. "If you aren't playing with us any more, then you should gather your man and let us work." Freddy grunts as Lazlo slides his rod into the boy's tight ass, and Tommy stands still for a moment, watching hungrily, then she turns and hustles over to Nick, her face glowing.