Finally, in a state of absolute frustration, I thought, God dammit, Nancy, hand me a glass of water! She answered, "Yes, Master," and she handed me th... water I wanted. I was so grateful for the water I needed, I didn't think about the event any more right then.We went through the normal routine she had for getting my muscles back into condition, and Nancy acted as if nothing unusual had happened. It was nearly supper time when I needed to piss and I couldn't reach the urinal. I sure as hell. " Really? That does sound serious. Give me a second, and a door." The phone went silent and Bob walked out of the little changing tent that sits on the beach. He was dressed for the occasion, swim trunks, sandals, tank top, straw hat and sunscreen on his nose."How did you know we'd be at the beach?" I asked."I didn't. The door brought me to the changing tent so I knew it was the beach. If it had been the elevator I would have worn something else. Elizabeth, nice to see you again. So what's up?. He had lost a lot of hair but his face was stillincredibly sensual -- large brown eyes, and thick, full lips that I oftenimagined crushed against mine as I wanked myself to sleep in the room nextto him. His frame was stocky and muscular and covered in thick, dark hair --it was almost like a pelt -- and his stomach was a full, proper belly. Hewasn't fat, but you couldn't say he was thin, either. His arse was like twobig melons stuffed down the back of his trousers. I used to fantasise. He took it and said this gift is for me. He lifted the petticoat and put his hands in my thighs. He asked me miss are you naked under your petticoat? Have you removed your panty for my sucking session? I said yes. He came behind me and started playing with my small tits. He came in front of me and sucked my lips while he hugs me tightly. He asked me to unbutton my blouse. I did it. He asked me to lie down in the bed and he lied down along with me and played with my tits over the bra. He hugged.