Forty-eight minutes later, I hadn't fallen back to sleep when Ericpoked his head in to check on me."Are you OK, Miss Chrissie?" he asked.Again, I was ...onest."Not really, Eric. I feel a little achy and I can't sleep." I thought that would happen, Miss Chrissie. You and your friend Susanemptied each other's pink purses every night before you slept, didn'tyou? You need that to sleep. Would you like me to help you?"Did he mean?Oh!I couldn't.It was gay.Although I had been "emptying" with Susan. And she surprised me by ordering me to fuck her ass before I got the chance to order her to do it in my next turn.The only thing we didn't get a chance to do before we wore each other out was the thing I had wanted to do in the beginning, and that was fuck her tits. But I didn't really care, figuring I could just do it the next night, not suspecting everything would be different by then.I went home and straight to bed, not even bothering to check on James and Eric. And then the next morning. And the sense that nothing need be kept secret from these people who only wanted the best. . . But for me? The question popped into her mind. There seems to be another they are concerned with and I may be the one they are looking for or I may not be. And if I am not, what then? Will they still be concerned with my well-being or will something terrible happen to me? They seem almost desperate to help this man of whom they speak and perhaps I have a role in that but I know not what. And they. I work a finance job in the city. This is my summer home. I had this place built to be a getaway. My week is a stressful rat race but when it is over I get to return here. Every morning I am here no matter the weather. I will come out to my beach totally naked. Feel the freedom and breath of the ocean on my naked body. It is my therapy. Everyone has that one something that takes them away from it all. This is my nirvana.’ I smiled at her. Her description was so perfect that it made me think of.