.. and to myfriends, quickly discovering that 'Jason Burns' had been hit with a badstroke at the stroke of midnight and died. My old life was gone and...Iwas horrified to realize that I could never go back. For the next couple of months, I was lost and confused, not surewhether I belonged to my new life or my old. I had what I really NEEDEDto fit into my new life, at least as far as knowledge went, but I hadgotten older... I had lost some of my youth and freedom. I didn't knowwhat to do. The. A bit later he came back with some bread. Then the hog-tie went back on and I was left again. He left the gag off but I knew that it would be pointless to call for help ? I was a slave and it would only serve to get me a whipping. I think that a few days must have passed in this way. I was fed and watered sporadically, always by the same man, who never said anything. My Arabic is pretty useless so it would have been pointless trying to talk to him anyway. One day, a different man appeared. He. I was drunk with lust as I pulled into the lot. I saw only 4 vehicles in the lot. I pulled around the back of the building and parked against the wall. While I was getting out of the car another vehicle pulled in, my left leg was out of the car and my sweatpants had ridden up a little exposing my sheer, black hosiery from ankle to just over my calf. The arriving car’s headlights shone directly on my hosed leg. When that car parked right next to me I could see the grin on the driver’s face. He. My mind was racing for reasons when he said, "I bet you thought I was Jeff." "Let me get my robe," I said without answering his question. Going to the bedroom would give me time to collect my thoughts, but he surprised me by following me and watching me put on my robe. "Jeff taught you that, didn't he?" he asked. "Taught me what?" I asked with my heart pounding. I was cursing myself for messing around with someone so near home. How would we ever get out of.