" Karen, last night I spent a lot of time thinking about us. Trying to accept the change in our relationship, that we will never be grandfather and gr...nddaughter again. I am saddened by the loss of that relationship, more than you can imagine. I also cannot imagine why you would want to spend the best years of your life with a man who, let's face it, doesn't have that many good years left. But, if you want to try, there are going to be certain conditions. One, we cannot act like young lovers. Tears stung my eyes, and i blinked hard and fast trying to clearthem, but the tears kept coming. "Bend over, slave. Get on all fours before I decide to take away the useof a limb or two." He barked.i dropped to my hands and knees quickly, hanging my head so he couldn't seethe tears. i felt and heard him approach and stop just behind me. i even sensedit as he raised the cane again, then closed my eyes shut as i heard the hissof the cane as he brought it down fast through the air. It struck with. As she ran, she felt the pressure building again; she hadn't voided nearly enough urine to make it home. She could run back into that one stand of thicker trees, she thought, but then she decided to continue. She wanted to do it, damn it! Maybe running harder would take her mind off of it. Becca made it all of the way to the middle of the field before the first spurt of urine shot its way into her panties; she stopped immediately, breathing hard, and clenched her legs together. The pressure. I stand up and give him a kiss and then we both sat down.Mark orders some wine for us. We are drinking it, and the conversation is flowing. I am feeling a little tipsy. His leg is brushing against my leg. We are sipping our drinks. Mark is smiling, and he moves closer to me.We are talking and laughing and sipping our drinks. Mark's hand is now on my thigh, and he is moving his hand up and down my leg. I am aroused, and not sure what he has on his mind.He moves my dress up higher on my leg. He.