The day after the European Fiasco, as it came to be known, David was up at 3 am local time. He climbed over the bound body of Cordelia who was now fast asleep. The fresh red stripes on her bottom were left uncovered and she was sleeping face down.

He moved over to the telephone to make his call to Brussels and then had to stop. A faint buzzing noise was coming from the bed. Then he realised that he had not switched off the two vibrators that were now strapped into Andrea's pussy and backside. That the noise was faint told him that the batteries must be running out. He made his way back and over to the equally well bound body of his wife. She was covered in sweat and there were juices leaking from her pussy.

'Sorry dear, I meant to switch them off before I went to sleep.'

He got no thanks or even a reply due to the oversized ball gag in Andrea's mouth. He did get a relieved look which he took to be a 'thank you'. Although the buzzing had now been silenced, he made no attempt to take the vibrators out.

The phone call was to the offices of the European Commission. In fluent French David explained that he was heading an inquiry into a fraud committed by Charles Smith, currently in gaol in France. He wished to speak to the officer handling the Commission's investigation into the import of contraband products through EC borders. His object was to gather evidence for a future prosecution and to protect the interests of the shareholders of GK Industrial Holdings, Whips-R-US and Fetish-4U, the companies that had been fraudulently deprived of their work in progress.

The switchboard operator at the other end explained that that particular official was in a meeting over the same issue and if he left his name and phone number he would ask the official to call. David put the phone down and wondered if he should have called earlier but decided that the message was likely to be simply a 'don't call us again' message. But it was 9:00 am in Brussels and there was a faint hope that the message might be genuine. After all they would be as busy on the case as he was.

He went back to bed, switched on Andrea's vibrators and rammed his now excited cock into the sleeping Cordelia. She woke with a start but very soon was doing the best a bound and gagged woman could do to encourage him. At ten past six, just as he was getting up and readying himself for work the phone went. 'This is Jacques Duprés from the European Commission, Is that David Williams, who speaks?'

Jacques. mon vieux, C'est toi?'

The conversation continued in French but the gist of it was that it was indeed David's old friend from his days in France running projects for a UK haulage company. Jacques he remembered had left part the way through to take up a post in Brussels working for the Commission. Lady Luck could not have dealt him a better hand. He explained that he had moved to a US Planning company, Global Planning Inc and had become the CEO on the retirement of his old boss. It had been bought out by Giselle Kempson a rich Atlanta businesswoman and was busy doing projects for her. Smith had acted without her knowledge or consent and in the face of an instruction to heed the EC embargo on slave related products. He had been given Smith's job as CEO with complete authority to sort the mess out and have Smith extradited for fraud and deception.

Duprés explained that as European rules had been breached there was an investigation and that would likely lead to fines and seizure of property. 'That property is likely to be required as evidence in a fraud case', David explained though he didn't really expect Duprés to agree to its surrender.

'You're almost certain not to get it and the French President is so angry he threatened to strangle Smith with his bare hands.'

'He can join the queue, behind me and Giselle. Smith is an absolute shit.' The conversation continued and then David asked if he could come over on a fact finding mission and to explain what had happened at the US end. He understood that a fine might be necessary but he wanted the Commission and the French to know that this was the act of a lunatic, not a deliberate business venture.

Duprés was initially very sceptical but eventually he half gave way. 'It would be just you, no Americans and no slaves.'

'Yes, I'll fly into London and come over with some UK advisors. You remember Alice?'

'Ah the charming Mrs. Buckley, It will be good to see her.'

'Alright you can come but remember those conditions, no Americans and no slaves. Come as soon as you can.'

'Give me two days to set things up here, as you can imagine the company is in chaos.' David rang off and looked at Andrea.

'Looks like I'm off to Brussels but sadly you can't come. But you can perhaps keep in touch by Skype.'

Andrea was not taking much notice as the batteries had just run out completely and she had just been on the edge of an orgasm but now felt it draining away with the batteries. 'Fuck Me!!' she yelled but it came out of her gagged mouth as an unintelligible series of grunts.

Somehow he managed to realise what she meant and put an end to her misery.