When Beth woke up, stars already danced in the heavens above the botanical garden. It was cool in the rose garden, but someone had covered Beth’s naked body, exhausted from fucking, with a warm blanket, appropriately enough a shade of dusty rose.

Riff and I sat at the foot of the mattress chatting in low voices. Beth yawned and asked Riff the time. “After midnight,” he replied, to which she nodded sleepily. She noted quickly that the special volunteers were still there, despite the lateness of the hour, and that puzzled her. In addition, they all seemed to wear dark robes that bore gold lightning streaks down the shoulders.

Before she could ask Riff about it, Brian Holley and his raven-haired beauty Andrea with her green eyes came over. “Awake, I see,” he chuckled at Beth. “From my point of view, you seemed to have enjoyed this afternoon’s physical exercises. How do you feel?”

His tone of genuine concern touched her, an act I’d seen Brian play before. He was a shoe salesman before becoming a chief executive. “Oh fine, I guess.” She paused. “Wow! I never thought I would feel this good.” She peeked under the covers. “Yay!” she squeaked. “It’s still there.” General laughter as some of the special volunteers gathered around.

Scientific fact: semen contains hormones that make a woman feel really good. That was by design. Riff knew she would be relaxed and feeling sexual after the gang bang, and he had a plan. Beth did not know that Riff had offered Brian a lot of money so the renovations currently underway to the botanical gardens could be finished and Brian could retire.

In return, Brian and the special volunteers had agreed to deliver Beth into Riff’s hands for a punishment session to be delivered tonight, assisted by the group.