So when the time finally arrived we were ecstatic. My wife started buying new toys for this trip (She had just finished reading eleven shades of grey)...or those of you who don't know about the book, it's about a woman that discovers BDSM in a loving way. It's the hottest book out there for women these days. So she bought a whip, shackles, nipple clamps, a few others and most importantly a blindfold. I knew that I was in for a treat when she told me that our neighbors were joining us in Jamaica.. ”I knew full well that my husband had no idea whether this was the truth.And he knew full well that I knew.But I didn’t argue. In truth, Paul’s idea had not revolted me anything like as much as I let him believe. Those wife swapping fantasies had to a large extent worked their magic on me too but my fantasies weren’t the wild orgies and multiple partner evenings that dominated my husband’s imagination. No, my big fantasy was to have a single, sensitive lover who would pay as much attention to. In short, I was to be a live in nurse/care attendant for Mr Peters. He was a very wealthy businessman who had had a horse riding accident a few months earlier. As a result he was bed ridden and needed help with virtually everything. A physically big man, it was too much for most female nurses, particularly at nights, so they had decided to hire a male helper, who would live in the house, be on call from 1800 to 0800 and tend to Mr Peters every need. In return, I would have free rein of the. “Then let’s find you a job.” Christine was always the practical one. We went to seven on-line job boards. I didn’t have an engineering or math degree (shit, I didn’t have any degree), so I didn’t qualify for most of them. “Let’s try Craigslist,” she suggested. After about fifteen minutes I was really discouraged. I could make minimum wage cutting grass or stocking shelves, but I couldn’t live on that. “OK, let’s try Backpage.” Never heard of it and told her so. “Backpage has fewer jobs than.