Wednesday - February 22, 2006nnAuthors note: The root of this story is in Chapter 01 - Blondes in pursuit of black guys. This is the eleventh day of a fourteen-day vacation where fantasy has become reality. It is taking place on the island of Jamaica. What else do the stars have for me the remaining days here in paradise? If you have already read previous chapters, then you have a hint.nnI wake up with a soft, warm black hand on my left breast and a morning woodie in the crack of my butt.nnI lie on my side trying to sort things out.nnI remember Chuck getting into bed with me. nnIs this Chuck or someone else? Did I get drugged? Is this what Maria was inferring about being horny?nnI hear this light snoring so the guy has to be asleep.nnI close my eyes, place my hand over this guy's hand on my tit, and remember what Maria had said.nnShe was right; I am horny after everything yesterday. Am I turning in to a nympho?nnI hear, "Good morning, Heather," into my neck with a breast squeeze.nn"MMMM! Good morning, what are your orders from Mistress Trudy for today?"nn"I am to stay with you until you dismiss me."nnChuck reaches for my chin.