There were red areas marked off that showed not only the cameras on ground level or telephone poles. It even showed ones to computers that happened to...be at the right angle to see me. In a bold yellow, it marked alleys, doorways, storefronts, and even mass transit stairs that it highly suggested I avoid as well. It was spot on too. A block and a half away, two men with guns ran from inside a pair of yellow highlighted doors. Predicted paths showed new yellow areas to avoid.Well, at least until. I tried to turn and run, but they tackled me and quickly tied my hands and feet with pantyhose. I had also lost the towel, and being tied up got me really aroused, so I wound up pinned there, face up, with my penis trying to pretend it was a flagpole. Each of the girls took turns examining me.Sharon, a tiny, really cute redhead with a rather wild (and as I was to find out later, well deserved) reputation, told them to cover my eyes with a piece of cloth. I heard giggling, and when they pulled. Nevertheless, to be frank, no one remembers me even after all the pamphlets on every tree and power pole in town. She, however, was both aware of me and watching me, even if only in a snide, secretive manner.I have never been a sexual being. Most of my relief I gained during my hits, each demise causing a total relaxation of my nervous system making sexual relief almost totally unnecessary. This very fact was brought up during many of my discussions with the good doctor and he made it pointedly. She had her arm around neck to steady me while my hard cock bobbed above the water. Then she bent over and took my cock in her mouth. She didn't have to move much as the surf did all the work in pushing me in and out of her mouth. Even though she still had her back to the beach, anyone with a brain could tell what we were doing, and neither of us cared at that point. If I thought this place was paradise before, I surely thought it was now. We played for a while longer and then she.