I value your input and suggestions. All names used in this story are factious and are not directly related to anyone living or dead. Standing on the r...iling of the ship, Beth looked out over the ocean as it rolled by. Shuddering slightly at the cool breeze that blew over her, she pulled her shawl more tightly around her. Coming on this trip she thought would be a good idea, her family and friends had agreed with her on that. She needed to get away spend sometime on herself. Beth is what you. They had been together for over fifteen years and lived the highlife. Dries was a successful lawyer and Eric a financial director. They made good money and could afford all that their hearts desired. They owned a magnificent home and an invitation to their place was an extravaganza in fine dining. Many friends were intimidated by their culinary feats and often commented that they were reluctant to reciprocate, afraid of their shortcomings in the kitchen.Apart from their passion for good food,. She seemed to loosen up even more as she moved from pose to pose, not even waiting for me to turn around as Beth re-draped the material. By the end of the session she had even pulled it tight enough to show her nipples through the thin material.Obviously Beth wasn't the only member of her sex I didn't understand.In order to give Sherry a chance to get a first look at the pictures—and get dressed—I grabbed the big diffuser, dragged it up to the Jeep and took it apart. I'd already set up the DVD. I'm on my way home," he said and hung up. I set the phone down and picked up the pill bottle. I didn't have time to worry if Master was in an angry or playful mood. It might not matter too much either way; it was clear that he intended to wear me out when he got home. I opened the bottle absently as I walked into the kitchen for water. My heart was racing and I felt the familiar flush in my throat and pussy. I had about one half hour to prepare for Master's arrival. I straightened up and ran.