I woke sometime later on hearing voices. I was still half-asleep, so it took me a few moments to identify the voices of Marcus and Robert.About then, ... noticed I could not move my arms or legs. I looked around, then down. No sign of Lynne and I was tied naked, hands and feet wide apart, to the sun lounger. Oh God, they could not find me like this. I struggled, trying to get a hand or even a foot free, but it was no use. Lynne knew how to tie knots. I was securely fastened, helpless and naked,. After a little pleading, you convinced your husband that you should have us over for dinner the next couple of days. Excited to get to know new people, you hurried across the street and came up to our front door to tell us that we were cordially invited to spend some time in the comfort of your home. In your hurry to come over, you forgot to put a bra back on and had one of those thin, low cut tank tops on. You had just stepped up on the porch when you realized it.Suddenly, you heard me yelling. But alas, this vacations almost over, and work looms ahead.It's now 6am in the morning, and Roy Barker is dead, in his place is Rachel, and I have work. I have to return to Roy's job, Roy's life, but I'm no longer him. I'm not the quiet submissive lanky man that used to be pushed around by corporate America, I was a woman, mostly, and I was a sexy b**st that only craved to please. How am I to return to the dull life, and more importantly, what're my coworkers going to think?My phone rang then,. As we dived down under the clouds into the Zagreb Airport complex zone, a light dusting of snow was falling onto a bleakly drab and grey landscape. I was stretched out, almost horizontal across the three seats getting a little nap under one of the soft, blue blankets that were so comfortable that I had an urge to steal one. I knew that was not an option because they wouldn’t fit into my economy-sized backpack designed for carry-on luggage.The passengers were a geriatric blend of Baltic.