The smell of the beach, the sound of waves and sulphur crested cockatoos in the night time sky. The atmosphere is filled with sexual tension and y...t we don’t talk. We both glance around at the resort surroundings as we walk to the hotel room which contains a balcony with an ocean view overlooking Currumbin Beach. Ascending the stairs to the apartment he puts the luggage down in front of the door. In the humid night air, he draws close to kiss me lightly before stepping back. Mainly we helped each other out during our training. Tyrone’s dad, Mr Brown, would sometimes come to the park to help us with our preparations. During the training at school, I just did the necessary time to maintain my position in the team. I would help some of the other athletes while I was there, in what they needed to do to improve their track times. It seemed that the coach never quite helped any other member of the team, except his son. However, he did provide his athletes with energy. She already had quite a few notches in her bedpost, and also a few guys she still "played" with from time to time without her boyfriend of the moment knowing. By 4 months after we met she had realized she could do what/ who she pleased and it only made me happier as long as I got pictures or watched. We made arrangements to go out to a strip club with an old boyfriend and she told him to bring his buddy from work who has about a 9 inch cock. I drove my Chevy crew cab while they started feeling. She'd been wearing the same jeans she'd had on in our house together with a pale yellow tee shirt and a dark brown shirt worn loose over it. All the shots of her were after he had tied up, gagged and blindfolded her – that was what the strips of black cloth were for – but they were shot from different angles as she lay on the floor. He had turned her over so that he'd taken pictures from the front – I'd been surprisingly good about guessing how he would have tied her with the ropes.