I took of my bloody shirt and put a bandage on the rip. I lied on a bench alone and started jerking off as there was no painkillers in the kit and I k...ew it could help me forget about the pain. The door suddenly opened without a knock and I saw this boy at the door, I immediately got up and pretended like I was examining my tighs. The boy asked if I was okay, he was sent there for me and I told him if he knew how to apply a massage. He said no but I told him that I could teach him how to. Then. To be more exact, Robin leaning over me to shut off the alarm woke me up. When Robin noticed that I was awake, they invited me to take a quick shower with them. In other words, we did not fool around with each other more than five minutes or so.When Robin started getting dressed, I started to say that we would have to strip anyway so why bother. I then remembered that we would be able to stay dressed all day today.My next thought was "what to wear?" I guess I could wear just about anything to. Maybe one day……Life returned to normal. On Sunday I spent the day naked and was “serviced” by each of my lovers three times. Involving May the day before had me extra horny. Watching her turned me on so much. I even left a little gap in the drapes in case she came by to watch. That made it even more exciting to be naked. Of course I rationised it as wanting to be watched. But deep in my thoughts I wondered if I had another reason. Did I get excited about another woman looking at me? Did she do. The ONR would not even vet their clients; it was not their concern what they wanted nor did. If needed, the ONR would even make sure clients were not followed to or from their building. Many a paparazzi woke up confused in a random hotel bed with a splitting headache when this option was requested.As to what the clients could get, anything short of maiming or murder. Specific type of sex? Done. Specific type of partner? Done. Illicit materials? Done. A quiet room with champagne for the client.