Serious infection and resulting high fevers conspired with his burns to slow his recovery. September faded into the first of December before Jesse rea...ly regained his full senses and his full recovery became more or less certain as opposed to the former "probably won't make it."Somewhere in the latter stages of his recovery, a man appeared at his bedside. He said, "I was told you were better and awake. My name is Grant Bixby, a banker the boat captains like to use. One of those Captains came by. . I am just under six feet, with shaggy unkempt hair,baggy, dirty clothes, and... My god, when did I get so hairy? No wonderno one would stop. I look like some kind of gorilla.So then my course of action would be... getting rid of some of thishair, cleaning my clothes, and doing something about my hair.Fortunately, this place is the home to Dramila, and she has agreed tohelp me with my laundry. She also insists on helping me with my hair."It is a two person job, young sweet." She also had a. They felt so good. CJ was totally into drama and had loads of props from old shows. She just happened to have a pair of fake breasts which were the perfect size, big without being stupidly so. I looked at myself in the mirror and instantly got a hard on. I hoped the sellotape would hold. After looking through her wardrobe for what seemed like ages, CJ pulled out a black low-cut vest top and a pair of denim hot pants. I had seen her wear both of them before and never thought anything of it.. The silk gag muffled my groaning, half in protest and half in encouragement. I writhed beneath his strong hands, pressing myself harder against him. I could not help but want him, whoever he was."Not so fast, babe…" Came his whisper in my ear. His weight lifted from me, momentarily freeing my legs.Before I could react, his hands were on my hips, turning me over until my back was pressed against the satin sheets. The night air felt cool against my bare tits. I could feel the cord which bound my.