Finally, I woke from an exhausted sleep.Again the woman was whispering in my ear."Are you ready to try again? Remember, not a sound from your voice, n...matter what. If you have a question, use hand signals." I nodded andagain the gag came out. I was helped to stand. I waited for thewooziness to pass. The woman helped me to walk. I went to the bathroomand then sat at a table to eggs and bacon and toast - delicious! I had ashower and was back in bed. The butt plug was reinserted. A thought cameto. She missed me too, I can taste it. "You sure you're ok?" she asks, and my soul cringes knowing she can sense something's wrong. "I am now," I say, and she smiles. "I messaged you earlier, you could have come seen me," she says when I finally let her go. "I know I'm sorry, I was with some friends," I say, and take a seat next to her in the folding chairs. She asks me about my day, which I skim over, and I keep her talking about hers as we smoke outside. "I called that Camille woman,. 'but please, I've asked you before, call me Bill.' I giggled as I walked in and he closed the door behind me. 'Where's Mrs. Evans?' I asked 'Sandra has gone on a business trip,' he said and I thought I saw him wink. I couldn't believe my luck, but I still saw no way to seduce him. I ran upstairs into Lisa's bedroom, giving her a big hug hello. We almost immediately descended into giggles, for no real reason. We watched a couple of soppy romantic movies, that just made me think about Bill in the. In the storage beneath the brick built alfresco cooker was a supply of charcoal and fire lighting implements. It took me very little time to get a decent pile of burning lump charcoal that I knew would be ready for the steaks in about 30 minutes. I looked down at my arms and shirt, blacked up from the charcoal dust, and headed inside to the shower.In the kitchen, my sister was still busy chop-chopping the salad and peppering up the steaks as I passed through the sitting area and headed towards.