“Emma,” Donald squeezes her hand before he goes on, “For all the reports I am writing you are ‘Subject Z’, my final subject. By the time of...our second weekend, I knew that I could not fully report on you. Mainly it has been just a clinical write up of how Subject Z has responded to new phenomenon. Nothing about your emotions, what you have told me, or not even that much about how open and willing you have been. That I have kept between us. I did start a private diary about our time. His feet now accustomed to the heat generated by the radiant sun in the tropical climate he found himself in. The small schooner dipped at anchor in the blue waters as he awaited the return of Bartlett, Johnson and the hand who had gone ashore in the skiff to trade goods with the natives in exchange for copra."Hope them's back soon; don't like a look o' that shite yonder" said Bundy the first mate, pointing to a dark and menacing sky in the distance which was fast encroaching upon the bright. I pulled out mine and stated stroking to the film. The stockier latino had fallen asleep, and the heftier nerdy one sat next to my other side on the couch. His eyes were focused on me as he pulled out his cock. He was stroking with anticipation. Almost as if he expected me to suck them all off. After a couple of minutes of silent jerking, I reached over to Kevin's cousin and started stroking his cock for him as he watched the film. He laid back and let me with no resistance. The nerdy latino. The only clothes you will wear at any time will be short skirts and sheer light colored thin blouses without sleeves or collars. Sobbing she told him she would do these things. Then she stripped and started doing her work around the apartment. Ben enjoyed watching her young fit body performing her labors finally called her over and they fucked for the last half hour of her time. He asked her when her next day off was and she replied as she dressed that it was this Sunday. Good you will come.