Not the good kind of sweat that comes with physical activity, but the horrible sticky sweat that comes from sitting in the Miami sun. Finally I succum... to my misery. I can imagine myself relaxing in my room sitting on the balcony. I am going back to the room.Back in the room, I pour myself a fresh Crown, peel my suit off, and slip into a cool shower. Standing under the spray, I begin the tedious task of removing every grain of sand from my body. I think about him as I touch myself. I run my. Then he tells me he wants a few more special pics, with a gag in and the cum still on my face. Before I can say anything a large ball gag was inserted into my mouth and locked in place. Then I was ordered to stand. He walked behind me and released the handcuffs. However he immediately recuffed me... but not with my handcuffs!!!. ‘Yes you silly slut, you cannot escape or scream, you are now in my total control’ he laughs as he shows me the handcuff key .. I was trapped I am forced onto the bed;. I reached down and took her hand off my raging cock, took my fingers and placed them over her lips to be quiet. She immediately took that as the wrong sign, and started to suck my fingers. My wife started to stir. I taped her on the shoulder, told her I had to go pee, she mumbled okay and went back to sleep. I crawled slowly form the tent, I didn’t want to wake Abby who was a sound sleeper, and Helen followed me out. As soon as she got outside the tent, she was all over me, kissing my lips,. Everything was so simple three days ago. I was madly in love with him and I thought he felt the same about me.’ I wiped the tears under my eyes when he kissed the top of my head, inhaling the scent of my hair. ‘Maybe I should just get back together with him. Maybe it won’t hurt anymore.’ He let go of me and looked at me. ‘You can’t do that.’ ‘Why not?’ I breathed, seeing Jonathan’s face when I closed my eyes as if I stared into the sun. ‘Because he doesn’t deserve you,’ he answered,.