He goes inside the Men’s washroom.He sits down to piss. He flushes the toilet. He waits. He sends him another message; He sees his Size 9.5 Blundsto...e in Crazy Horse; He comes inside; They have sex.He goes back to the British Airways Lounge.On the SeaBus, he meets a couple from Australia. They ask him for directions to the Suspension Bridge. He tells them how to get there; He walks them to the bus stop; They thank him.He walks home, he drinks his very Special tea; He goes to sleep. He dreams. Next she moved her hands down to my neck and then gradually worked them down to my breasts. She moved her hands very slowly around my breasts, feeling them and kneading them and caressing them while avoiding touching my nipples, which seemed to be straining toward her fingers as they were so anxious to be touched. Finally she did touch them and caress them and tweak them.“Can you take my nipples in your mouth?” I asked her.“Of course. It’s part of the massage,” she replied.She bent her head. She slipped each item on one by one and by the time she was finished she looked at her reflection at the glass wall of her office and thought the dent on her credit card was well worth it. The bra cut low across her breasts and gave her amazing cleavage. It looked like she was about to spill over in abundance. The thong was black lace and covered nothing in her opinion. But the sexiest part of her ensemble was definitely the old fashioned garters that rode on her hips and clipped on to her. Take one finger and run it along your cock for me. Mmm... that feels good, doesn't it?" The first touch made Eric twitch with pleasure and frustration, but he continued. Remi ran her index finger across her exposed inner thigh in imitation of her instructions."We're not nearly done. Keep stroking with just that one finger." He kept caressing himself, stiffening until it hurt. She kept this part up for what felt like forever, and Eric, following along, became more and more desperate."Alright,.