I swirl my tongue around the bulbous mushroom. His leaking juice tastes of brine. I slowly start to move up and down in short strokes but mainly worki...g his cock with my hand. I’m torn between my desire to please him so he will fuck me and still trying to find a way out of this mess.“Put your hands behind your back Gayle. I want your mouth to do all the work.”Removing him from my mouth, “yes Sir.”Returning him to my wet mouth, I lock my lips around his shaft and start bobbing my head in. I noticed motion coming towards me so I quickly shut my eyes. The murmuring got closer too. I still couldn't understand. Then it was gone. My eyelids got heavy again and I drifted off to sleep.This went on for an indeterminate amount of time. I couldn't tell how long I was there, how long I'd been there. I again tried to move my arms. I felt it move a little bit. I tried the other with the same results. They didn't feel as heavy as before. I couldn't move my legs but I could wiggle my toes. I. The next morning, it was as if nothing happened. I got up to start breakfast and made sausage and eggs and coffee. I had some drink mix, so I made a pitcher of orange drink. That was the problem with that lighthouse. There was only one refrigerator and its contents soon ran out. They ran out even faster now that I was there. I knew I had to be careful. Anita came inside, tired after her all night vigil with the light. Nothing had happened, which relieved her. I served her breakfast and then. She scanned his torso--his big strong arms and his superhero chest wrapped tight in a polo shirt. The collar slightly popped like some seaside tycoon. She glanced down at her own black dress and heels. He could’ve at least worn a tie, she thought.She finished off her water glass and casually glanced over at him, noticing something glinting beneath his beard. She squinted. There, hanging around his furry neck, was a silver chain.Lovely.The waiter returned, his eyes widening slightly as if he too.