In fact, it was perfect for what I had in mind. Getting the journal was actually only half the job. The other half of the job was getting some crystal...that apparently had something to do with the journal. Chrissie and the others were handling that job at the Chrystal Heights Natural Museum, which was on the other side of the building. I had completed my part of the job, so there was nothing to do now but wait for Chrissie and the others. I glanced once more at the statue. I realized there were. It did not make any difference to Helen that I told her I was now able to hold back my eruption until Cathy was completely satisfied, and it was no use to get Cathy to confirm my assessment. Soon after breakfast I found myself back in my customary position, chained to the wall, my balls trapped in a harness and Cathy kneeling in front of me, licking and sucking my cock for all she was worth.There were some changes in Helen's torture routine, however. She started to conduct individual sessions,. “What do you mean? I haven’t seen her in two days.”“Yesterday morning I saw her take the bus to Stockholm. She told me she had had it with Ek, and that she needed a new start, away from all the bad memories.”“Good for her,” I said, but inside I was angry at her for not saying goodbye at least.I arrived at the airport seven hours later and checked in. I had to wait over an hour before I could board, so I had a drink in the bar. It was almost four in the afternoon and there weren’t many people. He is very awkward and we don’t really have a lot in common. He is 26 and has the beginning of a beer belly and too much acne. He always has a frown on his face and all of our interactions consist of words one learns in kindergarten.“Hey Ryan” he calls out when I finally acknowledge his presence.“Hey Austin, how’s it going?”“Pretty good, just figured I’d come out and get some sun before the rain.” I don’t respond to him. I just nod my head and continue on with my swimming. He takes off his.