The Reverend had brought the rain. It was on the pad next to the laptop. Mordecai did not move his hands to the key board. He did not wish to rush forward like he did not give a damn about anything but the money.<br/><br/>He didn't care much about the money really.  His priorities were the men, the bitches, the ranch to include the animals, and then Doctor Bitch. The money was a means to get what he enjoyed in life. What he enjoyed in life was not pay back or revenge. He was beyond that.<br/><br/>Mordecai McCallahan was a connoisseur of pain. Sadly Mordecai had been born centuries too late and in the wrong country. In his heart, well okay, he did not get one this time around but if he did, he knew he was a Depraved, French Noble Libertarian.<br/>Mordecai listened intently to the Reverend's request. But his eyes were steady on the whip and it's implications. If the man had been gay Mordecai was so excited he would have fucked him right there.  Not that Mordecai swung, but he all but swooned with the artwork of guys like the Reverend and the strong men in the other room.<br/><br/>"Well, let me get to work then," Mordecai said calm and in no hurry he began to tap the key strokes.<br/><br/>The men in the next room bonding with their bitches. The Reverend had not had the opportunity and he would. But a little later than perhaps the Rev wished.<br/><br/>As for Doctor Bitch, she was in her place. He didn't have to turn to know she was very aware of his mood. He wondered how wet she was thinking about that whip.<br/><br/>Mordecai glanced over at the Rev knowing the man would need something to hold him off.  "Reverend, there's a pink thumb size vibrator about two inches long in that drawer. It's on a long thin chain. I wonder if you can find a use for it while I work and Maddy sits on the horrible nails heads waiting to assist me?"<br/><br/>"I would be happy to pip the sounds of orgasm into the next room." Mordecai asked, "What do you think?"<br/><br/>