Where We Left Off Ch. 08

A case like Todd's would usually strain our workload, but we had planned a trip overseas in May. We had left the weeks before this trip blank on the schedule so we didn't have much left to do before the trip. Todd's case wouldn't need any action on our part for awhile.

John had dreamed of attending the Monaco Grand Prix since he was teenager. He started to look into it after my transformation began. John spent a mini fortune on a hotel room with views of the race.

Monte Carlo was packed. People were everywhere. Movie stars and celebrities were in the lobby of our hotel. You couldn't get a table at any restaurant. We spent the week before in Belgium. John wanted to do a beer tour. We decided to skip the crowds in Monte Carlo. We stayed in our suite. We ordered room service. We enjoyed a couples massage. I gave John many special massages with my throat. John went for morning walks around the track. He would join me afterwards on one of the several private balconies off our suite.

John had TVs with live coverage and several balconies to watch the action on. David Coulthard put his McLaren on pole. John was on cloud nine. John took me over his knees and spanked me on the balcony. The balcony on the harbor was private, but people could see us if they looked. With the Mediterranean on my side, John would swat each cheek in intense but brief sets. He broke up the sets to toy, massage, and tease me. He would then spank harder. I was so horny and turned on that even I was hard. John then carried me to the bed and put me on pole position. John ended up taking me two more times that day.

John was excited on race day. Monaco has very few overtake opportunities. Coulthard had a good opportunity to win for McLaren. John decided to use me as a urinal so he wouldn't have to step away to take a piss. There I was, on a balcony in front of rows of yachts, on my knees, drinking the piss from my dominant's cock, as he watched a parade of race cars at two hundred miles per hour. Unfortunately it was a Ferrari one - two finish. Schumacher won the race. Barrichello got P2. Eddie Irvine took P3 for Jaguar.

John and I got on the elevator to head down to the clubs that evening. I was dressed in an outfit that a stripper would find too revealing. John had told me that he would make me have sex with a stranger tonight. It may be by myself or with him as a threesome. I was his submissive. I was not allowed to refuse sexual requests. John had developed a tendency to humiliate me more when he was in a bad mood. The night with Brock a few months back had been after John lost a case at work. He was in one of those moods tonight. He had used me as his toilet all day, even after the action was over. I figured I would be a mess in the morning. In the elevator was a pretty girl around my age with her parents. She turned to look at us.

John stopped, stared at her in shock and said, "Summer?"

John fell to the ground unconscious. I never found out the girl's name, she and her family spoke German. John had a heart attack. A Doctor was in the lobby and saved John's life. He was given a stint in the hospital and was referred to a cardiologist back home. John had no recollection of the moments before his heart attack. He didn't know anyone named Summer.

The doctors in Virginia said he would need a bypass surgery. The stint would only be effective for a short time. John would need to wait at least six months to give his body time to heal before the procedure. He scheduled the operation for the fifth of December. John informed all of his customers that we would still proceed with the work on the books, but we would not accept any more work until February of 2002. A small victory was I couldn't drink John's urine anymore while he was on these medications. The medicine would still be in his urine and would make me sick.

John was reclusive when we got back. Another benefit was John kept me to himself. He didn't let other men fuck me anymore. He also toned down most of the bondage elements of our relationship. He treated me like a girlfriend instead of property. This was a really nice period of our relationship. I felt really close to John, as close as he would let me. As close as he would let anyone, I surmised.

I couldn't reach Randy to tell him about John. I finally got in touch with Brantley. Brantley didn't know how to get in touch with Randy. Brantley could no longer put up with Randy's erratic behavior. He tried to get Randy help many times, but Randy refused to cooperate. He broke up with Randy while we were out of the country.

John and I received a wedding invitation. It was for Gina and her fiancé Andy. The same Andy that rented a carriage house to Brantley. John had known Andy for a long time. John had been the attorney for Andy's parents when they died on their yacht during a hurricane in the Caribbean. Andy received tens of millions of dollars in cash and several properties as part of his inheritance when he was nineteen years old. John executed the will. He had been Andy's lawyer until he left the law firm.

The wedding was nice. Andy threw a lavish party on his estate outside of town. Gina looked beautiful in her gown. Her Maid of Honor was Todd's wife, Jennifer. Andy's Best Man was Brantley. The party went on late into the night. I searched for a bathroom and found Andy. Andy was aware of my history, we chatted. He seemed to have his guard down.

Andy took me to a bathroom. Andy stared at Brantley. In a catty voice he sneered, "I hate wearing rubbers, and the lord made his ass for penetrating bare. I trusted him when he was with Randy, but I refuse to go out like Rock Hudson. We need Randy to get his life under control so he can come back before I have to do my lord's bidding with a condom."

Andy walked off. I went into the bathroom and closed the door. The door flew back open before I could lock it. Todd came in, pushed me to the wall, and locked the door behind him. Todd's eyes were dark and small. He seemed different. He grabbed my ass and pulled me up to him. He covered my mouth and turned me around. He pulled my dress up. I bit his hand. He slapped me hard and I fell to the ground on my knees. Todd got down behind me, holding my mouth and body. Todd lifted my skirt and exposed my thong. I heard his zipper and felt his cock against my cheeks. Todd stood back up and I looked over to see a small erect cock, uncircumcised, and bent to the side like a tiny banana. It drooled precum. I was definitely bigger than Todd. I pushed Todd away and he landed on his knees. The door was suddenly kicked open. It was Andy.

"Todd, your wife is with my wife. She is looking for you. This is a decision you do not want to make. You need John's help." Andy said to Todd. Looking at me, Andy said, "Come here lovely, let's find John. I believe our friend had a little too much wine tonight. He isn't acting himself, I'm afraid." Andy lifted me up, fixed my clothes, and took me away.

Todd was still on his knees as I walked past. I turned to him, pulled my little cock out from under my skirt, and said "You have to be taller than this to ride this ride, asshole." Andy laughed hysterically as we walked away. Todd stared in amazement.

Andy whispered in my ear, "He is turned on by the word 'no,' if you know what I mean, but I don't think you have to worry about him anymore. He probably wants to suck you now."

John was furious. He considered dropping the case. I asked him not to.

"I would rather you finish the case for the Brothers and then approach them with this incident. Let them take care of Todd. You should not let this asshole damage your reputation," I said.

John agreed.